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Six year old Taehyung was a bundle of cuteness and curiosity. The royal Omega Prince, with a mop of brown fluffy hair and wide, wondering eyes, made the entire palace his playground. But his favorite place was the gardens. Filled with beautiful flowers. Birds chirping and leaves ruffling softly.

Yet what fascinated him the most was the 12 year old alpha, walking through the gardens with a book in his hands and earphones plugged in his ear. Listening to the music while lost in the fiction world. 

Jeon Jungkook. The royal advisor's son.

Taehyung never understood why he found the other so captivating—he just was.

The young prince's fascination with the elder alpha began the day he first saw him, a tall and serious twelve-year-old trailing behind his father, the King's trusted royal advisor. Jungkook had been poised and intelligent, always walking with a focus. Even as a child, Taehyung knew Jungkook was different—special.

So, when Taehyung presented as an omega shortly after his sixth birthday, it wasn't the new instincts or scents that fascinated him most. It was how much he wanted to be around Jungkook. Not in an obvious way, of course. That would be embarrassing. Instead, Taehyung followed him around quietly, hiding behind hedges, columns, or fountains whenever Jungkook turned his head.

"He's so cool," a six-year-old Taehyung whispered under his breath, eyes sparkling.

"Your Highness," a soldier whispered as they passed, trying to suppress a laugh. "You're shadowing Sir Jungkook again?"

"Shhh!" Taehyung glared at the soldier with the fiercest pout a six-year-old could muster. "Don't disturb him!" 

then he comes out from behind the pillar and then skipped behind the twelve-year-old Jungkook.

Taehyung's tiny feet worked hard to match Jungkook's fast strides, mimicking his every step.

Step. Step. Step.

Taehyung giggled to himself, his tiny boots clicking against the gravel as he tried to match Jungkook's shadows. But it seemed as he was swallowed whole by Jungkook's figure. So small in front of him.

Jungkook—oblivious to the little prince trailing him—walked around the gardens, one hand flipping through the pages of a book while the other lazily tucked in his pocket. Occasionally, he'd hum quietly to whatever melody played in his earphones. To Taehyung, it was like watching magic come to life.

"It's like watching a duckling follow a swan," one of the older maids said fondly as they watched the scene unfold.

And Taehyung was a duckling. A very proud one.

And so it went—day after day, Taehyung would secretly follow Jungkook through the gardens, hiding behind bushes or fountains if Jungkook paused. And Alpha, when tired, would often rest near the garden fountain after a long lesson. Taehyung lived for those moments.

"Your Highness, what are you doing?" a soldier asked one day, bewildered.

"Shh! Don't let anyone wake him!" Taehyung whisper-shouted, shooing them away frantically. The Omega stood like a stubborn little wall, arms spread wide, his face scrunched in determination. A little boy showing his protective instincts. 

"Prince Taehyung, we must patrol—"

"Go patrol somewhere else!" Taehyung whisper-shouted. "Don't you dare wake him up!"

Nearby, Alpha Jungkook slept soundly, his book fallen beside him, head leaned back against the fountain's edge.

With his face cupped in his hands and elbows resting on his knees, Taehyung would sit at a respectful distance and admire Jungkook's calm features as he napped, hair fluttering gently in the breeze.

"Is he dreaming about books too?" he murmured to himself with a fond giggle.

Everyone in the palace noticed Prince Taehyung's fascination. Servants chuckled at the sight of him pacing in step with Jungkook's shadows, while guards whispered about the little omega's devotion to the aloof, studious alpha. It was an open secret—Taehyung adored Jungkook.

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At twelve years old, Taehyung's fascination hadn't faded. It had only grown deeper. He'd grown quieter, though no less enthralled by Jungkook, who now taught him history and politics as a royal advisor-in-training.

"Focus, Prince Taehyung," Jungkook would say sternly, tapping the pen against Taehyung's textbook. "You're making careless mistakes again."

"Yes, Hyung," Taehyung mumbled, staring at Jungkook's sharp, focused eyes instead of the textbook.

"And don't slouch."

"Yes, Hy- Hyung..." Taehyung stammered, straightening immediately. His ears burned, but he smiled anyway because Jungkook Hyung talked to him.

Taehyung obeyed every instruction without complaint, even if Jungkook was impossibly strict and always neutral. But he loved the moments in between - hung onto every word, every quiet lecture, every flicker of an expression Jungkook let slip. He admired the way Alpha's eyes softened only slightly when he explained something complex.

One afternoon, however, Omega's world shifted.

"I'll be leaving soon, Prince Taehyung."

Taehyung's head shot up from his workbook. "W-What?"

"My studies abroad begin next month," Jungkook said, calmly closing his book. "When I return, I'll be stepping into my father's position as the Royal Advisor. You'll have grown into a fine prince by then, I'm sure."

Taehyung's heart dropped. His omega whining inside him "You're leaving... for years?"

"That's the plan." Alpha Jungkook smiled faintly—rare and fleeting, but enough to leave Taehyung speechless. "Work hard, Prince Taehyung. Make your kingdom proud. And study properly, alright?"

Taehyung hated it. The Omega in him hated it. He hated the way Alpha stood there like it didn't matter, like he didn't matter. His Omega felt abandoned.

"You can't go," he purred, fists clenching at his sides.

"I have to," Jungkook said simply.

"But..."

Jungkook stood, resting a gentle hand on Taehyung's head. "Good luck, Your Highness. I'll look forward to seeing the kind of prince you become."

Taehyung blinked furiously against the tears in his eyes.

"Promise me," Jungkook added.

"I promise," Taehyung whispered, voice trembling.

And then—for the first time ever—Jungkook smiled at him. It wasn't big or obvious, but Taehyung saw it. It was warm and kind. Something Taehyung would remember always when they would be apart.

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The next six years were both long and short. Jungkook was gone. And yet his presence lingered everywhere.

In the gardens where Taehyung now read books of his own. In the fountain where he sometimes sat, watching the sun dip below the horizon. In the strict posture he forced himself into during lessons.

"I'll make him proud," Taehyung whispered to himself late at night. "I'll be the best prince he's ever seen."

And he did.

Taehyung threw himself into his lessons with relentless determination. He trained to be the best—academically, physically, and emotionally. His tutors praised his focus, his parents proud at his poise, and the palace staff whispered, "All for Sir Jungkook, isn't it?"

And they were right.

Alpha Jungkook had been the star the royal omega silently followed, and now, he was determined to be worthy of walking beside him.

At eighteen, Taehyung was a prince admired by all—poised, intelligent, and compassionate. He had fulfilled his promise, though the boy in his memories still haunted him.

Eighteen was supposed to be a significant year for Taehyung. Because it marked the start of something the royal omega prince dreaded—suitor season.

"Your Highness," the royal steward said, bowing low as he presented the day's itinerary. "The ambassadors have brought profiles of eligible alphas for your consideration."

Taehyung pursed his lips, skimming the documents before setting them aside. "I'm afraid none of them are what I'm looking for," he replied with a regal calm.

The steward hesitated. "But, Your Highness, you've rejected every—"

"I appreciate their efforts," Taehyung cut him off with a serene smile, "but the matter is settled."

The truth was, no alpha stood a chance in Taehyung's eyes. No one else had ever come close to the image of the quiet, composed Alpha who had once strolled through the palace gardens with a book in hand.

Everyone had thought Taehyung's childhood fascination with Jungkook was nothing more than that—a fleeting fancy born of innocence. No one realized that over the years, as Taehyung grew into a leader, his admiration had turned into something much deeper. Something he never voiced, not even to his closest confidants. He had started looking at Alpha as his mate. 

Alpha Jungkook wasn't just a memory. He was a constant presence in Taehyung's heart, the reason behind his drive, his discipline, and his secret smiles when he was alone.

Bu then, one day the news arrived on an ordinary spring morning.

"Sir Jungkook is returning tomorrow, Your Highness," the servant announced with a bow.

Taehyung froze mid-bite of his breakfast. "W-What did you just say?"

"Sir Jungkook. He's returning to the palace."

The spoon clattered against the plate as Taehyung stood abruptly. His face flushed as happiness surged through him, stealing his breath.

"Tomorrow?" he echoed, voice shaking. "He's... finally coming back?"

The servant smiled knowingly. "Indeed, Your Highness."

"He's coming back!" he exclaimed, twirling in place. "Oh my gosh, he's coming back!"

The servants exchanged amused glances as the royal omega skipped down the halls like an overgrown child, shouting orders no one asked for.

"Make sure the gardens look perfect! Have the cooks prepare Jungkook Hyung's favorite dessert! Where are the banners? Do we have banners? Someone get me banners!"

"Yes, Your Highness," they answered patiently, fondly.

That night, Taehyung was full of chaotic energy. He lay in bed staring at the ceiling, his hands gripping the blankets, his mind conjuring up thousand scenarios and possibilities. He couldn't believe it. After six years, Alpha Jungkook was finally coming home.

What will he look like now? Will he still talk the same way? Will he even remember me the way I remember him?

Excitement buzzed through his veins, preventing him from sleeping a wink.

"I'll greet him the moment he arrives," Taehyung whispered to himself, eyes wide open in the dark. "I'll be the first person he sees when he steps into the palace."

But excitement is a tricky thing. By morning, Taehyung's sleepless night caught up to him. He'd planned to wait for Jungkook by the gates at dawn—but just as the sun rose, his head slumped against the pillow, his exhaustion taking over him.

When Taehyung woke, it was evening.

The warm, golden glow of the setting sun poured through his windows.

"Evening?" he croaked, bolting upright. "Evening?!"

Panicking, he scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over his own feet.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no—" He yanked open the door, startling the nearest servant. "Where's Sir Jungkook? Did he—did he arrive already?"

The servant blinked, then smiled gently. "He arrived earlier, Your Highness."

Taehyung's heart sank to his toes. "I missed him?"

"I believe he's in the gardens now."

The gardens. Of course. It felt like fate.

Without another word, Taehyung sprinted through the palace halls, ignoring the amused looks and whispers trailing behind him. His chest thumped as he neared the gardens, his mind replaying every memory of Jungkook: the quiet boy who once walked those very paths, book in hand, never noticing the little shadow following him.

And there, through the narrow halls leading into the gardens, he saw him.

Jungkook.

Taehyung's breath caught in his throat. His feet moved on their own, slowly following Jungkook's steps like he had done so many years ago.

It felt like déjà vu—the alpha walking ahead, oblivious to the omega trailing behind. But now, Taehyung's shadow matched Jungkook's in length, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the thought.

Taehyung's breath hitched, his heartbeat erratic. He felt giddy, like he was six years old again.

Taehyung giggled softly when he noticed it, the sound unbidden. "Our shadows match..." he murmured to himself, biting his bottom lip to suppress his grin.

Jungkook didn't seem to notice, lost in his book. Taehyung's footsteps became light skips, his glee bubbling over. Giggles breaking out his mouth like a damn overflowing.

He didn't care if he looked ridiculous—he felt like he was home. But then, suddenly—Jungkook stopped.

Taehyung froze mid-step, his eyes going wide. Before he could process it, Jungkook turned around.

And for the first time in six years, their eyes met.

Taehyung gasped audibly, his breath stolen by the sheer sight of him. Jungkook was taller now, broader, his features sharper—but his gaze was just as steady, just as gentle.

"S-ir Jungk—!" Taehyung choked out, taking an instinctive step back—only for his foot to catch on an stone.

He yelped as he stumbled, his arms flailing wildly.

"Careful, Your Highness," Jungkook said, his voice deep and urgent, though his expression betrayed a flicker of surprise.

Before Taehyung could hit the ground, strong arms wrapped securely around his waist, pulling him back into safety.

For a moment, everything froze. Taehyung found himself cradled against Jungkook's chest, their faces mere inches apart.

The first thing Taehyung noticed when Jungkook turned to catch him from falling was the alpha's scent. Stronger now, richer, and far more alluring than Taehyung remembered. It was like the woods after rain—earthy and clean, but layered with a subtle spice that sent his heartbeat racing. He had missed this, missed him.

Taehyung blinked up at him, breathless. Jungkook stared down, equally still. Time slowed as the two of them simply looked at each other—older now, yet somehow still the same.

"You... caught me," Taehyung whispered, cheeks flushed.

The Alpha let out a soft chuckle, his arms still steady around Taehyung. "It seems some things never change, still as clumsy you are, Your Highness."

Taehyung pouted slightly. "I am changed."

"You're still a prince, aren't you?" Jungkook teased lightly, his eyes crinkling in a smile Taehyung had nearly forgotten.

After all he had only seen it once. But it seems, Jungkook too has changed. He smiles more now. Freely.

"Well," Taehyung grumbled, trying to sound composed despite his fast heartbeat. "I wouldn't have tripped if you didn't turn around so suddenly."

"I wouldn't have turned around if you weren't giggling like a six-year-old," Jungkook replied, raising an eyebrow.

Taehyung flushed, but he couldn't hold back his grin. "I wasn't giggling! I was... reminiscing."

Jungkook tilted his head, a soft laugh escaping him. "So, you still follow people around the garden? Like old times?"

"You knew??," Taehyung asked scandalized, looking up at him through his lashes with wide eyes,

"Off course I did, your scent was not something that could not be noticed after all, Your Highness," Jungkook says as a tease and gently released him, straightening up. "And it seems, you haven't changed at all,"

Taehyung's lips curled into a soft smile. "Neither have you, Hyung,"

But now, standing this close, it wasn't just nostalgia that made Taehyung dizzy. It was the sheer power of Jungkook's presence—the way his touch lingered for a fraction of a second too long on Taehyung's waist, steadying him before he stepped back.

And Taehyung's own scent, light and sweet, filled the space between them. It was unmistakable, overwhelming even, a clear sign of his uncontained happiness. Jungkook tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering with faint amusement. He knew. Of course, he knew.

Taehyung was mortified, his cheeks flushing a deep red. But then Jungkook smiled back—wider this time, like the kind Taehyung used to dream about.

Looking at that smile, Taehyung made a decision right then and there.

This little crush I've been nurturing since I was six... it won't be hidden anymore.

Taehyung clenched his fists determinedly, his heart racing with excitement and a thrill he couldn't name.

I'll make him mine.

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The task wouldn't be easy. Jungkook had returned as the royal advisor in full form—sharp, composed, and infuriatingly diligent. His role meant that most of his time was spent with Taehyung's father, attending endless council meetings and scribbling through reports late into the night.

But Taehyung was nothing if not persistent.

He started small.

One evening, as the alpha strolled through the palace gardens—a habit he hadn't dropped despite his busy schedule— clearly somethings hasn't changed.

But some has to. The royal omega has changed.

With his chin tilted up and an air of confidence, Taehyung appeared beside Jungkook - instead of stepping behind him- with his hands clasped behind his back and a cheerful smile on his face. 

"Good evening, Jungkook hyung," he said with a beaming smile.

Jungkook paused mid-step, his eyebrows raising slightly in surprise. "Your Highness?"

"Taehyung," Taehyung corrected quickly. "You don't need to be so formal. We're practically... friends."

Jungkook blinked. "Are we?"

Taehyung ignored the comment and fell into step beside him. "Where are you headed?"

"The gardens. Like always," Jungkook replied, though his voice carried a note of suspicion.

"Perfect. I'll join you."

Jungkook sighed quietly, though there was no real annoyance behind it. "I don't think I'll be very entertaining company. I'm reading."

Taehyung tilted his head innocently. "That's fine! I'll just walk with you."

For the first few evenings, Taehyung kept to his word—silently strolling beside Jungkook, hands tucked behind his back, a soft smile on his lips.

But by the fourth evening, the silence became unbearable.

"So, hyung, what were the six years like? Did you like studying abroad? Were the professors nice? Did you make friends? Did you miss home?"

Jungkook quirked a brow, clearly amused by the rapid-fire questions. "One at a time, Taehyung," he said, his tone light.

"Fine," Taehyung said, pretending to pout. "What did you miss most about the palace?"

Jungkook thought for a moment. "The familiarity, I suppose. And the gardens."

"What about me?" Taehyung asked, his voice playful but his eyes sincere.

Jungkook finally looked at him fully, closing his book with a soft snap. "Your Highness, do you always ask this many questions?"

"Yes," Taehyung said cheekily. "Especially when it's about you."

Jungkook blinked, clearly caught off guard by the directness. His ears turned faintly pink, but he quickly recovered, clearing his throat. "I see."

From that evening onward, Jungkook's book began to accompany him less and less—Taehyung's endless questions and cheerful chatter leaving him with no chance to concentrate. Instead, the advisor found himself answering queries about the countries he visited, the languages he learned, and the people he met.

"Did you have anyone special there?" Taehyung asked one day, his tone deceptively casual as they walked.

Jungkook turned to him with a bemused look. "Anyone special?"

"You know..." Taehyung twirled a strand of hair between his fingers, feigning nonchalance. "Someone you liked."

Jungkook's lips quirked into a faint smirk. "What makes you think I'd tell you?"

Taehyung sputtered. "What?! Why not? We're friends now!"

Jungkook chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Some things are better left unspoken, Your highness,"

Taehyung pouted. "I told you to stop calling me that. Just call me Taehyung. Or Tae."

"I could never," Jungkook said, his tone firm but his eyes warm.

Taehyung's heart fluttered.

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The Royal Omega was determined to make Alpha's presence a part of his daily life.When he wasn't walking with him in the gardens, he was sneaking into the training grounds to watch Jungkook during his sword practice.

On the training grounds, Taehyung discovered something new—Jungkook, despite being a royal advisor, was exceptionally skilled with a sword.

Taehyung would often sneak into the training yard to watch from a distance, hiding behind a pillar.

Jungkook was breathtaking when he practiced—his movements precise and graceful, his focus unyielding.

One afternoon though, Jungkook caught him.

"Your Highness," Jungkook called out, his voice laced with mild exasperation. "Are you hiding again?"

Taehyung froze, peeking out sheepishly. "How did you know I was here?"

"You're not exactly subtle," Jungkook replied, gesturing to the bright red tunic Taehyung wore.

Taehyung stepped out from his hiding spot, crossing his arms defensively. "I was just checking if you were any good?"

Jungkook turned to him with a faint smirk, his sword lowering. "And what conclusion did Your Highness come too?"

The Royal Omega with a bravery and confidence unmatched, said while staring directly at Alpha, "That you go far beyond my imagination,"

Jungkook stilled, his expression unreadable. For a moment, Taehyung thought he'd crossed a line—until he saw the faintest hint of color creeping up Jungkook's neck.

"You're unbelievable," Jungkook muttered, turning back to his training. But his lips quirked up in a way that Taehyung couldn't miss.

The Alpha pointed his sword at Taehyung. "If you're going to watch, you might as well join me. Come here."

"What?!"

"Come here," Jungkook repeated, his tone firm.

Taehyung hesitated before stepping forward. Jungkook handed him a wooden practice sword, the weight of it surprising in Taehyung's hands.

"Show me what you've got," Jungkook said, his voice low and challenging.

"I—uh—don't really do this kind of thing," Taehyung stammered, glancing at the sword in panic.

"Then I'll teach you," Jungkook said simply, stepping behind him and placing his hands over Taehyung's to adjust his grip.

Taehyung froze. Jungkook's chest was almost pressed against his back, his deep voice rumbling in his ear. The alpha's scent enveloped him, making his head spin.

"Relax," Jungkook said, his hands steadying Taehyung's trembling ones.

"How can I relax when you're this close?" Taehyung muttered under his breath, barely audible.

"What was that?" Jungkook asked.

"Nothing!" Taehyung squeaked, quickly focusing on the sword.

The practice didn't last long—mostly because Taehyung's heart couldn't handle being so close to Alpha without his omega losing over it - for more than a few minutes. But the memory of Jungkook's hands guiding his stayed with him for days.

The tension between them built gradually, like a slow burn that neither of them fully acknowledged.

Over time, Taehyung's presence in Jungkook's life became impossible to ignore. He was no longer the shy boy who trailed behind Jungkook like a shadow. Now, he walked beside him, bold and determined.

And though Jungkook never said it outright, Taehyung noticed the small ways the alpha's composure faltered around him—the soft smiles, the lingering glances, the way Jungkook's scent would subtly shift when they were alone.

It wasn't long before Taehyung realized that maybe, just maybe, Jungkook wasn't as unaffected as he seemed.

One evening, after a long day of meetings, Jungkook retreated to the garden, clearly needing some peace. Taehyung found him sitting by the fountain, his head tilted back as he stared up at the stars.

"Mind if I join you?" Taehyung asked softly.

Jungkook looked at him, his gaze softer than usual. "You never ask, do you?"

Taehyung grinned, plopping down beside him. For a while, they sat in comfortable silence, the sound of the fountain filling the air.

"You're different now," Jungkook said suddenly, his voice quiet.

Taehyung turned to him, startled. "What do you mean?"

"You've grown," Jungkook said, his eyes flicking to Taehyung's. "You're not the little boy who used to follow me around."

Taehyung's breath hitched. "Do you... like the person I've become?"

Jungkook's gaze lingered on him, something unreadable flashing in his eyes. "I do."

Taehyung's heart raced, the distance between them feeling smaller than ever. He leaned in slightly, testing the waters. Taehyung can pick up the slight rise in Jungkook's scent. As if pulling him into it.

"Hyung," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Jungkook blinked, his gaze dropping to Taehyung's lips for a fraction of a second before he quickly stood, breaking the moment.

"It's late," Jungkook said, his tone back to its usual professionalism. "You should rest, Your Highness."

Taehyung bit back a smile as he watched Jungkook walk away, his ears tinged pink.

He's slipping, Taehyung thought with a grin. I'm getting closer.

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Jungkook was a composed man. Years of training as a royal advisor had taught him to remain neutral, to never show his emotions. Yet, ever since he returned to the palace, something—or rather, someone—had been testing the very limits of his control.

Prince Taehyung.

The once shy, giggling boy who had followed him like a shadow was now a stunning young omega with a mischievous streak, tempting scent, beauty of a moon, and a determination that left Jungkook utterly flustered.

It started innocently enough.

"Hyung, how do you think I look today?" Taehyung asked one evening as they strolled through the gardens.

Jungkook glanced at him briefly, keeping his expression neutral. Taehyung was dressed in flowing royal robes of deep red and gold, the colors accentuating his smooth skin and delicate features. His scent—sweet and honeyed with a touch of lavender—wafted toward Jungkook, making his heart skip a beat.

"You look... appropriate, Your Highness," Jungkook said curtly, looking away.

Taehyung pouted, stepping closer so their arms brushed. "Just appropriate? Hyung, you're so stiff."

Jungkook coughed, taking a deliberate step to the side. "I don't think it's my place to comment on such things."

"Oh, but I want you to comment," Taehyung teased, leaning in just enough that Jungkook could feel the omega's warmth. "Don't you think I've grown into someone... impressive?"

Jungkook's jaw tightened. "You've grown into an excellent prince, Your Highness."

Taehyung laughed softly, his voice like a melody. "Always so formal, hyung. I'll take that as a yes."

Jungkook didn't reply, but the tips of his ears turned pink, much to Taehyung's delight.

One morning, Taehyung showed up at the training grounds, arms crossed and an expectant look on his face.

"What are you doing here, Your Highness?" Jungkook asked, lowering his sword.

"Watching," Taehyung said simply, plopping down on a bench.

"You shouldn't be here," Jungkook said, his voice stern. "You have a meeting soon to attend,"

"And yet, here I am," Taehyung replied with a cheeky grin. "Don't mind me, hyung. Pretend I'm not here."

Jungkook sighed but resumed his practice, trying to ignore the omega's gaze. But it was impossible. He could feel Taehyung's eyes on him, could hear the soft hum of his amusement every time Jungkook's movements faltered.

When he finally finished, sweat dripping down his neck, Taehyung stood and approached him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Impressive," Taehyung said, tilting his head. "No wonder the guards respect you so much."

"Thank you, Your Highness," Jungkook said, trying to sidestep him, but Taehyung blocked his path.

"You know," Taehyung said, his voice dropping, "I don't think anyone else in the palace is as dedicated as you, hyung. It's... admirable."

Jungkook's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. "Your Highness..."

"You're blushing," Taehyung teased, his tone light but his gaze piercing.

Jungkook stepped back, his heart racing. "I think you should return to your chambers, Your Highness."

"Why?" Taehyung asked, taking a step closer. "Does being around me make you uncomfortable, hyung?"

Jungkook's jaw tightened, and for the first time, he let the smallest crack in his composure show. "It's not appropriate."

Taehyung's lips curved into a soft smile, and he leaned in just enough for Jungkook to catch the full strength of his scent. "Who decides what's appropriate, hyung? You? Or me?"

For a moment, neither of them moved, the tension between them thick and palpable. Then, with a deep breath, Jungkook turned on his heel and walked away.

The real trouble began when Taehyung started entertaining suitors at the palace. It wasn't because he was interested in them—far from it. No one else could ever compare to Jungkook in his eyes. But he needed to see how far Jungkook's composure could stretch.

"Hyung, could you stay with me during the meeting with Lord Minhyuk?" Taehyung asked one afternoon, his voice innocent.

Jungkook raised a brow. "Your Highness, I don't think my presence is necessary for—"

"I need your guidance," Taehyung interrupted, his eyes wide and pleading. "What if I say the wrong thing? Or offend him? Please, hyung."

Jungkook sighed. "As you wish, Your Highness."

The meeting was excruciating—for Jungkook, at least. Lord Minhyuk, an alpha from a prominent noble family, was charming and attentive. He complimented Taehyung endlessly, his intentions painfully obvious.

"Your Highness, your beauty is unmatched," Minhyuk said with a bow.

Taehyung, ever the perfect prince, smiled graciously. "You flatter me, Lord Minhyuk."

Jungkook, standing stoically in the corner, clenched his fists. His alpha instincts screamed at him to step in, to do something, but he had no right. Taehyung was a royal omega. Jungkook was just an advisor.

Still, his scent betrayed him—sharp and tense, like a storm brewing. Taehyung noticed, of course, and his lips twitched in satisfaction.

After the meeting, as they walked back to Taehyung's chambers, Jungkook finally broke the silence.

"Your Highness," he said, his voice tight, "why do you involve me in these... meetings?"

Taehyung turned to him with a sly smile. "Because, hyung, I value your opinion."

"You don't need my opinion on suitors," Jungkook replied, his tone clipped.

"Perhaps not," Taehyung said, stepping closer to him. His voice dropped, softer now. "But I like having you there. It makes me feel... safe."

Jungkook froze. The omega's scent—sweet and intoxicating—washed over him, making his head spin. He forced himself to take a step back, his hands curling into fists.

"You should consider one of the suitors seriously, Your Highness," Jungkook said, his voice cold. "It's your duty as a prince."

Taehyung's smile faltered for a moment, but then he straightened, his determination returning. "And what if I already know who I want?"

Jungkook's heart skipped, but he kept his face neutral. "Then I hope they're worthy of you."

"They are," Taehyung whispered, his gaze unwavering.

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Taehyung didn't expect his boldness to push Jungkook to the edge. But after a particularly tense day where Taehyung had returned from a formal dinner with another suitor—a duke who had openly flirted with him throughout the evening—Jungkook's patience finally snapped.

The alpha had avoided Taehyung all day, retreating to his office and burying himself in work. Taehyung, however, wasn't about to let it slide.

"Hyung!"

Jungkook stilled at the sound of that familiar voice, his hand pausing mid-turn of a page. He was in his study, surrounded by piles of documents, when Taehyung burst in like a storm.

Jungkook sighed and didn't bother looking up. "Your Highness, this is not the time—"

"Don't you 'Your Highness' me," Taehyung snapped, striding across the room with fire in his eyes. "You've been avoiding me."

"I've been busy," Jungkook said evenly, keeping his gaze on the parchment in front of him.

"Liar," Taehyung shot back, his voice trembling with frustration. "You've been avoiding me ever since I went on that stupid date!"

Jungkook froze for a fraction of a second before resuming his work. "I wasn't aware I needed to account for my actions to you, Your Highness."

Taehyung's lips parted in disbelief. "Are you serious? Hyung, look at me."

Jungkook didn't.

Taehyung took a step closer, leaning on the desk. "Hyung, look at me!"

Finally, Jungkook lifted his head. His dark eyes were calm, almost cold, and it sent a shiver down Taehyung's spine. "What do you want from me, Taehyung?"

Taehyung flinched slightly at the lack of formality but held his ground. "I want to know why. Why do you keep running away? Why do you push me aside like I don't matter?"

"You're a prince, Taehyung," Jungkook said, his voice low. "You don't need me. You have your court, your suitors, your—"

"I don't want them!" Taehyung interrupted, his voice rising. His scent—usually sweet and comforting—was tinged with frustration now, making Jungkook's alpha stir uneasily. "I've never wanted them. I..."

Taehyung trailed off, his breathing quickening.

Jungkook stood, his brows furrowing in concern. "Your Highness, you should leave. You're agitated—"

"I'm not leaving until you give me an answer," Taehyung said, taking another step closer. "Why do you keep pretending you don't care?"

Jungkook clenched his fists, his control slipping. "Because I can't, Taehyung!"

The words hung in the air like a thunderclap.

Taehyung's eyes widened, but before he could respond, something shifted. His knees wobbled, and he grabbed the edge of the desk for support, his scent blooming in the air—warm, intoxicating, and needy.

Jungkook stiffened, his alpha instincts roaring to the surface. "Taehyung..."

The omega whimpered softly, his hands trembling. "Hyung... I don't... what's happening to me?"

Jungkook's breath hitched as realization dawned on him. Taehyung's scent was overwhelming now, sweet and heady, making his own wolf restless.

"Your heat," Jungkook murmured, his voice thick. "It's your first heat."

Taehyung's eyes widened in panic. "What? No... I..."

But the evidence was clear. The omega's scent was stronger than ever, calling to Jungkook's alpha in ways that made his blood sing.

"Taehyung," Jungkook said, his voice strained, "you need to leave. Now."

"No," Taehyung whispered, shaking his head. "I don't want to—"

"You have to," Jungkook growled, his red eyes flashing as he tried to keep his instincts in check. He stepped back, putting as much distance between them as he could. "If you stay here, I won't be able to control myself."

Taehyung's heart raced, his omega instincts kicking in. His wolf didn't want distance—it wanted the alpha standing in front of him.

"Why do you always do this?" Taehyung asked, his voice breaking. "Why do you keep running away from me?"

Jungkook froze.

"Hyung," Taehyung continued, stepping forward despite the trembling in his legs. "We both know what this is. What we are. Why are you so scared?"

Jungkook's lips parted, but no words came out. His hands clenched at his sides as he fought against the pull of the bond forming between them.

"You deserve someone better," Jungkook finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're a prince, an omega of the royal bloodline. I'm just..."

"You're just what?" Taehyung interrupted, his voice soft but firm. He reached out, grabbing Jungkook's hands and pulling them to his chest.

"You deserve more," Jungkook said, his voice breaking. "Someone powerful, someone worthy of you—"

"I don't need someone powerful," Taehyung interrupted, stepping closer and cradling Jungkook's face with trembling hands. "I need someone warm. Someone familiar. Someone who makes me feel like home. And that's you, hyung. It's always been you."

Jungkook's breath hitched, his eyes searching Taehyung's for any sign of hesitation. But there was none. Only love, pure and unwavering.

"From the moment I presented as an omega, I knew," Taehyung whispered. "My wolf imprinted on you. It chose you. And now... I see you as my mate. In this life, there's no one else who can take your place, hyung. No one."

Jungkook's chest tightened as Taehyung's words washed over him. His own alpha instincts surged, urging him to claim, to protect, to love.

But still, he hesitated. "You don't know what you're asking of me," Jungkook murmured, his voice heavy with emotion.

"I do," Taehyung said, leaning into him. "I'm asking you to stop running. To stay with me. To let yourself love me the way I've always loved you."

Jungkook closed his eyes, his forehead pressing against Taehyung's. "Taehyung..."

"You're mine," Taehyung whispered, his voice soft but certain. "And I'm yours."

The tension between them finally snapped, and Jungkook closed the distance, capturing Taehyung's lips in a kiss that was both fierce and tender.

Years of restraint melted away, leaving only the truth between them: they were meant to be.

For Taehyung, it was everything. More than he had dreamt, more than he had dared to imagine. The feel of Jungkook's lips on his, the press of their mouths moving together, sucking him dry of every coherent thought. The soft, calloused hands tracing over his body, mapping the curves and dips of his waist and arms as if Jungkook wanted to memorize him, to claim him in ways neither had spoken aloud yet.

The deep growls that rumbled from Jungkook's chest, mixed with the quiet hums and murmurs of reassurance, made Taehyung's entire body tremble. Their scents spiked, filling the air with an overwhelming intensity that blurred the lines of where one ended and the other began.

"Tell me what you want me to do," Jungkook whispered, his lips brushing Taehyung's jaw, his voice low and hoarse. His gaze, filled with restraint yet burning with desire, searched Taehyung's flushed face.

Taehyung whimpered softly, his voice barely a whisper. "Just hold me... love me..."

Jungkook froze for a moment, overcome with the raw vulnerability in Taehyung's voice. The prince's body hummed under his hands, warm and needy, his omega instincts crying for the alpha in front of him. He craved something, though he didn't yet know what it was.

Jungkook swallowed hard, forcing himself to remain in control. With a gentleness that belied the wild storm raging inside him, he carefully scooped Taehyung into his arms.

"Let's get you comfortable," Jungkook murmured, his voice soothing as he carried the omega effortlessly across the room.

Taehyung curled into Jungkook's chest, his fingers clutching at the fabric of Jungkook's shirt, his scent sweet and heavy, wrapping around Jungkook like a warm cocoon. He barely registered being placed on the bed until he felt the soft sheets beneath him.

The moment Jungkook set him down, Taehyung inhaled deeply, the faint but distinct scent of Jungkook lingering in the bedding. With a small, content sigh, Taehyung rolled onto his side, burying his face into the sheets as if trying to bathe himself in that comforting, familiar scent.

Jungkook watched him, utterly captivated. His heart squeezed at the sight of Taehyung, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy with the remnants of his heat. His prince—his omega—looked so precious, so trusting. Jungkook's wolf howled within him, demanding he protect and cherish the beautiful being before him.

"I'll be right back," Jungkook said softly, his voice breaking the quiet. He quickly removed his coat, then crossed the room to grab a few of his tunics.

When he returned, Taehyung had curled himself into the middle of the bed, his arms hugging one of the pillows. Jungkook placed the tunics and his coat beside him.

"Here," Jungkook said gently.

Taehyung blinked up at him, confused for a moment, before realization dawned. He reached out, pulling the tunics and coat into the bed with him. With a giddy little smile, he arranged the items around himself, creating a makeshift nest that radiated Jungkook's scent.

Jungkook stood there, watching in awe, his chest tight with emotions he couldn't quite name. His possessiveness swelled as he watched Taehyung wrap himself in his scent, looking so utterly content and at home in the space they shared.

"Hyung..." Taehyung's soft voice called to him.

Jungkook's gaze snapped to the omega, who was now looking at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Come here," Taehyung said, his voice trembling slightly.

Jungkook hesitated for a moment, his wolf and his rational mind at war. But the omega's call was irresistible. With a soft sigh, he climbed into the bed, carefully settling beside Taehyung.

Taehyung immediately curled into him, his arms wrapping around Jungkook's waist, his head resting against the alpha's chest. Jungkook's heart raced as he held the omega close, one hand cradling the back of Taehyung's head while the other wrapped securely around his waist.

The room was filled with their mingling scents, warm and soothing, as they lay together. Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to the top of Taehyung's head, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Taehyung," Jungkook began, his voice rough with emotion. "You know we can't... not yet."

Taehyung tilted his head up, his wide eyes locking onto Jungkook's. "Why not?"

Jungkook's throat tightened. He cupped Taehyung's cheek, his thumb gently brushing against the omega's soft skin. "Because I can't disrespect your father. I need his permission before I can court you properly."

Taehyung blinked, tears pooling in his eyes. "It's fine, hyung... I don't need anything else right now. I just need you to tell me you love me."

Jungkook's heart clenched at the raw honesty in Taehyung's voice. He leaned down, resting his forehead against Taehyung's as he whispered, "I love you, Taehyung. I've loved you for longer than I realized."

Taehyung smiled through his tears, his hands clutching at Jungkook's shirt. "That's all I need. Just hold me, hyung."

Jungkook smiled softly, pulling Taehyung closer. "I'll always hold you," he promised, his voice filled with quiet determination.

Taehyung's first heat wasn't long or painful. He didn't crave anything physical, just the presence of his alpha. And Jungkook gave him everything he needed, staying by his side, holding him through it all.

When the heat finally passed, Taehyung woke to find Jungkook still there, watching over him with a tender smile.

"I'll speak to your father today," Jungkook said softly, brushing a strand of hair from Taehyung's face.

Taehyung beamed, his heart swelling with love. "I'll be waiting, hyung."

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Jungkook was gone now, no doubt keeping his promise to speak to the King. The thought made Taehyung both nervous and excited. His father was fair, but he could also be painfully traditional. Would he approve of Jungkook courting him? The thought of his father's disapproval sent a pang through Taehyung's chest, but then he smiled.

This is his Jungkook Hyung. Who could say no to him?

Determined to hear the outcome, Taehyung slipped out of bed, dressed in a light, flowing tunic, and headed toward the royal council chamber, where he suspected Jungkook and his father would be. As he approached, a servant caught sight of him and hesitated before bowing.

"Your Highness," the servant whispered nervously. "The royal advisor is still in discussion with His Majesty. Should I—"

"Let me guess," Taehyung interrupted, his lips curving mischievously. "They've been at it for hours, haven't they?"

The servant nodded, and Taehyung sighed dramatically. "Honestly, what's the point of being a prince if I can't interrupt a meeting whenever I want?" With a wink, he walked right past the servant, ignoring their wide-eyed panic.

Pushing the heavy double doors open with more force than necessary, Taehyung's eyes immediately landed on Jungkook. The alpha sat before the King, his posture straight, his expression composed yet tense. His broad shoulders filled out his tunic perfectly, and Taehyung couldn't help the small flutter in his chest at the sight.

Both men turned to look at him. Jungkook's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of panic flashing across his face. The King raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his ornate chair.

"Taehyung," his father said slowly, his tone both amused and exasperated. "Is there a reason you've decided to burst into a private discussion?"

Taehyung tilted his head, giving his father an innocent smile. "Well, I was feeling terribly left out, and I thought to myself, what could they possibly be talking about that involves me and doesn't include me?"

Jungkook coughed, clearly flustered, and avoided Taehyung's gaze. "Your Highness," he murmured, addressing the King. "Perhaps we should—"

Taehyung waved him off, walking toward Jungkook with a deliberate sway in his step. "No need to stop on my account, hyung. Please, continue."

Jungkook's jaw clenched at the teasing lilt in Taehyung's voice, his alpha instincts bristling under the prince's boldness. He lowered his head slightly in deference to the King. "Your Majesty, the actual purpose for my visit today was requesting your permission to formally court your son."

The King's gaze flickered between the two of them. "Court him?" he repeated, his tone unreadable.

"Yes," Jungkook said firmly, though his voice softened with conviction. "I've always served this family with loyalty, and I intend to serve Taehyung with the same devotion... if he'll have me."

Taehyung's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he forgot to breathe.

The King's eyes narrowed. "And do you think you're worthy of a prince? My son, who will one day rule this kingdom?"

"Appa, it's me who's not sure if I am worthy of him" Taehyung interjected, his voice sharp. "Don't talk down to him."

Jungkook, however, shook his head, meeting the King's gaze evenly. "No, Your Majesty, I don't think I'm worthy," he said, his voice steady. "But I will dedicate my life to becoming someone who is."

The room fell silent, and Taehyung's chest swelled with pride. That's my Jungkook Hyung.

The King sighed, rubbing his temples. "You're impossible to argue with, Jungkook. Fine. You have my blessing to court him—but I expect you to do it properly."

Taehyung clapped his hands together, grinning widely. "Oh, Appa, I knew you'd see reason!"

"Don't push it, Taehyung," the King muttered, though there was a glimmer of affection in his eyes.

Later that evening, Taehyung found Jungkook in the garden, pacing beneath the moonlight.

"You did it," Taehyung said softly, approaching him.

Jungkook turned, his expression a mixture of relief and something else—something darker, more restrained. "Your father didn't make it easy," he admitted.

Taehyung stepped closer, his scent sweet and warm in the cool night air. "Hyung," he whispered, reaching out to touch Jungkook's arm. "You're not nervous, are you?"

Jungkook let out a low laugh, though it was tinged with tension. "Taehyung, you're a prince. I'm just a—"

"Stop that," Taehyung interrupted, his tone firm. "You're not 'just' anything to me."

Jungkook's eyes softened, his alpha instincts stirring as Taehyung's scent wrapped around him like a comforting embrace. "You're making this very difficult, you know," he murmured.

"Good," Taehyung said cheekily, stepping closer until their bodies were nearly touching. "Because I don't want it to be easy for you to resist me."

Jungkook groaned, running a hand through his hair. "You're impossible."

"And you love me for it."

Jungkook stared at him for a moment before shaking his head with a small smile. "Yes, I do."

Taehyung beamed, standing on his toes to press a quick kiss to Jungkook's cheek. "Then stop fighting it, hyung. I've waited long enough."

Jungkook's restraint finally cracked, and with a growl, he pulled Taehyung into his arms, capturing his lips in a kiss that was both possessive and tender. Taehyung melted into him, his hands clutching at Jungkook's shirt as if he never wanted to let go.

When they finally pulled apart, Taehyung's cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen.

"You're mine now, hyung," he said breathlessly.

Jungkook chuckled, resting his forehead against Taehyung's. "I think I've always been yours."

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Despite Jungkook’s confident declaration to the King, the atmosphere in the palace was far from peaceful. Taehyung's heart swelled with excitement, but also with frustration. His father had insisted that the suitors who had already been accepted for his hand should not be sent away. He would be expected to meet with them, interact with them, and only after the season’s end would he give his final answer. As a prince, it was his duty. But as Taehyung, it felt like a cruel twist of fate.

“Why does it have to be like this?” Taehyung sighed, staring out of the window of his chambers. “It’s not even fair!”

Jungkook, standing behind him, couldn’t help but chuckle softly. His deep voice rumbled, “I’ve told you, Tae, your father is just doing his duty as a king. He wants to be fair to everyone.”

Taehyung spun around, eyes wide with mock indignation. “But you don’t have to sit through it! You’re not the one expected to smile at every suitor and pretend you’re interested!”

“I would be interested, though,” Jungkook said, a teasing glint in his eyes. “If they had the charm to match mine.”

Taehyung smirked, then rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. You’re insufferable.”

Jungkook grinned, stepping closer until he was just an arm's reach away. “You’re allowed to be annoyed, but I’ll make sure the wait is worth it. Besides,” he added with a wink, “we both know who you’ll choose at the end of the season.”

Taehyung’s cheeks flushed, his heart fluttering in his chest. The boldness in Jungkook’s voice had an effect on him, but he quickly pushed those thoughts away. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, hyung,” he said softly. “We’re going to have to make it through this season first.”

The days following Jungkook’s formal approval to court Taehyung were a whirlwind of emotion, tension, and sweet moments that made Taehyung’s heart race in ways he never thought possible.

Jungkook, ever the disciplined and composed alpha, approached his courtship with the same determination he’d always shown in his duties—carefully, thoughtfully, with an edge of nervousness that was so endearing Taehyung could hardly contain his smile.

Each morning, Jungkook would arrive at the palace with a small gift—a book of poetry, a handmade charm, a bouquet of rare flowers—tokens that spoke more of his affection than any grand speech ever could. Taehyung found himself eagerly anticipating these little gestures, unable to hide the giddy smile that would spread across his face when Jungkook presented them to him.

One afternoon, after the royal council had finished their duties, Jungkook sought Taehyung out in the gardens, carrying with him a small velvet box. “For you, Prince Taehyung,” he said with a soft smile, his voice tender.

Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat. “You know, you’ve been spoiling me.” His eyes sparkled with affection as he reached out to take the gift. Opening it, he found a silver pendant, intricately crafted with a design that reminded him of the swirling patterns of the wind. “It’s beautiful,” Taehyung said, his voice full of admiration.

“I thought it suited you,” Jungkook replied, his gaze lingering on Taehyung’s face as he clasped the pendant around his neck. “It reminds me of the way you move, like you’re always dancing with the wind.”

Taehyung blushed at the compliment, his smile softening. “Thank you, hyung.”

Jungkook’s lips quirked in a small grin. “I’ll always be here to spoil you, no matter what anyone else does.”

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Their relationship, for the most part, had been respectful—holding hands, scenting each other, a soft brush of fingers, and the occasional stolen kiss on the cheek. Nothing more. They were careful, cautious, knowing that Taehyung was still expected to entertain the suitors, even if his heart was already taken.

But for Jungkook, it was becoming more and more difficult. The pull of Taehyung’s scent—his soft, sweet, and intoxicating aroma—made his wolf restless, especially when he noticed the faint traces of other alphas lingering on Taehyung’s skin after the suitors' visits. His wolf, protective and possessive, growled within him, urging him to claim what was his. Yet, Jungkook always held himself back, his control slipping only slightly, always trying to restrain the feral instincts that surged whenever another alpha dared to scent Taehyung.

One evening, as Taehyung entered the royal gardens. He frowned, instinctively looking to Jungkook, who was standing by the fountains. The moment Jungkook’s eyes met his, Taehyung could see the subtle shift in his expression—his jaw tightened, his eyes darkened slightly, and his body tensed. Jungkook caught the faintest whiff of another alpha on Taehyung.

Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat, knowing exactly what was going through his alpha's mind.

“Is it that bad?” Taehyung asked softly, stepping closer.

Jungkook took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he tried to steady himself. “It’s nothing,” he replied, but there was a possessiveness in his tone that made Taehyung’s pulse race.

“You don’t have to pretend,” Taehyung whispered. “I’m yours. You know that, right?”

Jungkook’s lips quirked up in a small smile. “I know, but I can’t stop the wolf inside me, Tae.”

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The royal gardens were bathed in the soft light of the moon, casting long shadows and creating a peaceful atmosphere. Taehyung, after another long day filled with the duties of his royal courtship, found his feet drawn toward the familiar space. There, standing among the blooming flowers and trees, was Jungkook, waiting for him. His heart fluttered in his chest, and he couldn’t help the soft smile that graced his lips.

“Hyung, you’re still here?” Taehyung asked softly, his voice carrying the quiet warmth of the night.

Jungkook turned, a smile tugging at his lips as he stepped toward him. Without a word, he draped a soft shawl around Taehyung’s shoulders, pulling him closer into a gentle hug. “Yes, I needed to make sure you came back safe,” he replied, his deep voice filled with affection.

Taehyung’s heart leapt at the words, his pulse quickening. Without thinking, he pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook’s cheek, his lips lingering for a moment. When he pulled away, he snuggled closer to the alpha, breathing in the familiar scent of him—something rich, comforting, and undeniably Jungkook.

There was a long moment of peaceful silence between them, the world around them fading away until it was just the two of them in the moonlit garden. Taehyung, content and wrapped in the warmth of Jungkook's embrace, leaned back slightly and asked, his voice almost shy, “Hyung, how many pups do you wish to have?”

Jungkook, caught off guard, blinked, his heart skipping a beat at the sudden question. “Pups?” he asked, his voice laced with surprise.

Taehyung nodded, a soft blush creeping across his cheeks. “Yes. I—I wish to have at least three. One like me, one like you, and one that’s a mix of both of us.” His smile was soft but filled with certainty. “We’d pamper them so much, hyung. I’d always look to you for help with ruling matters when they’re too much. But our kids would look up to you just like I do. They’d be smitten with you, just like me.”

Jungkook stood still, completely speechless at the boldness of Taehyung’s words. The sheer honesty in his voice—how he had already imagined their future so vividly—struck Jungkook deeply. He knew the omega was young, but hearing this, so filled with love, made his heart ache in the best way possible. He hadn’t realized just how much Taehyung had already given himself over to the idea of them having a life together.

However, the one thing that still unsettled Jungkook was the age gap between them. While he was getting older and inching toward his thirties, Taehyung was still so young. The responsibility of it all weighed heavily on him, despite his growing feelings for the omega.

“Taehyung, isn’t it too soon to think about pups?” Jungkook said gently, brushing a hand through his hair, his tone more concerned than he wanted to sound. “You’re still so young. There’s so much life ahead of you.”

But Taehyung, in his usual determined way, shook his head. “I don’t care. I knew what love was like the moment I realized you were my mate. I’ve already imagined our whole life together. It’s all so clear in my mind.”

Jungkook’s heart clenched in his chest, and before he could say anything more, Taehyung’s words continued, his voice soft and filled with affection. “Our pups would be so special. One would have my eyes, my smile, and one would have your strength, your charm. The last would be a mix of both—our little masterpiece. And they’ll love you, hyung. They’ll be just as smitten with you as I - .”

Taehyung’s words cut off abruptly as Jungkook, unable to resist any longer, pulled him in and kissed him. The kiss was hard, a deep, loving, and possessive press of their lips. Taehyung gasped against the kiss, surprised by the sudden surge of passion. Jungkook growled softly, the sound low and rough in his throat.

“I hope one time is enough, right? This much could be forgiven, right?” Jungkook murmured between the kisses, his hands gripping Taehyung’s waist.

Taehyung, flushed and breathless, managed to pull away just slightly, his eyes wide with desire. “No, hyung, not at all.” His voice was breathy, the words almost coming out in a whine. “More is fine. Definitely fine. Who’s telling Father anyway? We don’t need to be so nice, alpha… Please, your omega needs you.”

Jungkook’s wolf stirred at the words, at the undeniable craving in Taehyung’s voice. He shushed him softly, leaning in for another kiss, this one gentler but still filled with the weight of his emotions. “Just a little more, my pup… Wait a little longer. Once we have our place, once everything is set right, it will all be worth it.”

Taehyung nodded, his arms wrapping tightly around Jungkook’s neck as he kissed him again, the world outside fading to nothing. For a moment, it was just the two of them, tangled in each other’s warmth and scent, their hearts beating in a rhythm that spoke of longing and promise.

Jungkook pulled back again, his lips still hovering over Taehyung’s. “You’re so impatient,” he murmured, but there was no frustration in his voice. Just affection and adoration. “But I’ll be patient for you. For us.”

Taehyung smiled up at him, his eyes shining with hope and love. “And I’ll wait for you, hyung. I’ll wait until we’re both ready. But when that time comes... I’ll be yours, completely. All of me.”

The words hung in the air between them, sweet and charged with anticipation, and Jungkook couldn’t help but kiss him again, slower this time, savoring every second. There was a promise in the way their lips met—a promise that no matter how long it took, no matter how many suitors came and went, they would be together.

And when the time was right, everything would fall into place.

But for now, all they had was each other, and that was more than enough.

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As the days went by, Taehyung found comfort in Jungkook’s presence, but there was still the constant reminder of the suitors. One, in particular, caught his attention—Seungwoo, a charming and respectful alpha who had earned Taehyung’s admiration. He was kind, easy to talk to, and over time, they became good friends. It wasn’t long before Jungkook began to notice the bond forming between Taehyung and Seungwoo. The way Seungwoo would look at Taehyung, the way they would share laughs and whispered words in the garden—it made Jungkook uneasy.

He couldn’t help it. His wolf was on edge every time he saw the two of them together. There was a reason he was protective of Taehyung—he had always been protective. But now, with Seungwoo growing closer to Taehyung, Jungkook’s instincts were screaming at him to act, to claim what was his.

One evening, as Taehyung walked with Seungwoo through the palace gardens, Jungkook watched from a distance, his eyes narrowing. He felt a wave of possessiveness wash over him. He knew Taehyung’s heart was his—he didn’t doubt that. But what about the world? What about the rest of the court? A prince, after all, would always be seen as a more fitting match than a royal advisor, no matter how strong their bond was.

That thought lingered in Jungkook’s mind like a shadow. He didn’t doubt Taehyung’s love, but he couldn’t ignore the pressure of his own position. He had always felt inadequate in comparison to the other suitors—he wasn’t a prince, he was a simple advisor. What did he have to offer Taehyung, other than his heart?

As the days wore on, whispers of the court reached Jungkook’s ears, and they did nothing but fuel his insecurities. The staff, the other suitors—they were all talking. Some said how Seungwoo had taken Taehyung to grand places, treating him to extravagant gifts, while others murmured about how one suitor had gifted Taehyung gold ornaments. Jungkook could almost hear the whispered rumors, each one an unwelcome reminder of his own limitations.

“What does he have that I don’t?” Jungkook muttered to himself, his voice tight with frustration as he walked through the palace halls, alone with his thoughts. His wolf howled in the back of his mind, but Jungkook couldn’t quell the rising feeling of inadequacy. He had no kingdoms to offer Taehyung. No grand gifts or promises. All he had was his unwavering support and his knowledge. But was that enough?

He found himself standing by a window, looking out at the kingdom below, the castle lights flickering in the distance. Would a prince, one of royal blood, truly be a better suitor for Taehyung?

Jungkook’s thoughts spiraled, each one darker than the last. The pressure of his position, of being the royal advisor, weighed heavily on him. He had always felt like he didn’t quite belong in this world of politics and courtly intrigue. It didn’t help that everyone seemed to be rooting for the princes, for the powerful suitors who could offer much more than Jungkook could.

What if the king chooses someone else for Taehyung? The thought gnawed at him, a fear that had lingered quietly in the back of his mind, but now seemed to come to the forefront. What if everything between us was just a pretense? What if Taehyung’s heart isn’t truly mine after all?

Later that day, Taehyung entered the royal chambers, where the King was seated at his desk. The King looked up, his face neutral, but his eyes knowing.

“Appa,” Taehyung began, his voice steady and firm, “I’ve made my decision.”

The King paused, glancing up from his work, his gaze assessing Taehyung with a knowing look. “I assume this is about Jungkook?”

Taehyung nodded, meeting his father's eyes without hesitation. “Yes.” He took a deep breath, his resolve firm as he stepped closer, standing tall and unyielding. “I’m done pretending to be okay with this,” Taehyung continued, his voice growing softer but no less resolute. “I won’t disrespect Jungkook any longer by playing along with this courtship season. I’ve chosen him. He’s the one I want.”

The King’s expression softened slightly, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re a smart boy, Taehyung, then why did you took so much time to come to this conclusion” His eyes softened further, filled with a warmth that was both proud and approving. “Still I am proud of you.”

Taehyung blinked in surprise, his heart suddenly lightened by his father’s response. “You’re not angry?”

The King chuckled softly, a twinkle of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Angry? Why would I be?” He leaned back in his chair, the weight of his position seemingly forgotten for a moment as he regarded his son. “You’ve always known what’s right, even when others doubted you.”

Taehyung’s heart swelled, but there was still one thing on his mind. He stepped forward, his voice shaking slightly with the uncertainty he had been carrying. “So… it means you’re okay with it? With Jungkook, with us?”

The King’s gaze turned contemplative, and he leaned forward slightly, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk. “I made the two of you suffer a little, didn’t I?” he mused, his voice almost thoughtful. “I just needed to test something.”

Taehyung’s brow furrowed in confusion, but the King continued before he could ask.

“If Jungkook couldn’t even control his emotions, then how could he rule a country? And if you couldn’t be there as his support, then would you two really be compatible?” The King’s voice was steady, his words deliberate.

Taehyung stood still for a moment, absorbing the weight of his father’s reasoning. It wasn’t just about their love, about their bond. It was about testing their strength, their ability to lead together. Taehyung swallowed the lump in his throat, his emotions threatening to spill over as he processed his father’s wisdom.

“After all,” the King continued with a knowing smile, “it’s not all about love, is it?”

Tears welled in Taehyung’s eyes as the truth of his father’s words settled in. He took a shaky breath, unable to keep the tears from slipping down his cheeks. The weight of it all—the pressure, the uncertainty—had been so heavy on him for so long. And now, with his father’s approval, it felt like a weight had been lifted.

He closed the distance between them, his voice breaking as he spoke, “Appa…”

The King stood up slowly, his expression shifting from the mask of a ruler to that of a father. Without a word, he pulled Taehyung into a warm embrace, his strong arms wrapping around him as the weight of the moment sank in.

“My son’s grown so big,” the King murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You found a mate for yourself. Such a good, deserving mate.” His voice softened further, a hint of pride in every word. “I’m so proud of you.”

Taehyung’s chest tightened as he buried his face in his father’s shoulder, the tears flowing freely now. For so long, he had wondered if his father would ever accept Jungkook, if he would ever truly understand their bond. But now, in this quiet, tender moment, Taehyung realized that his father had been watching over him all along—not just as a king, but as a father who wanted the best for his son.

Taehyung whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I was afraid… afraid of what you would think.”

The King pulled back slightly, holding Taehyung at arm’s length, his hands resting on his son’s shoulders. “My son. You made the right choice. And that’s all that matters.” His voice was firm yet gentle, filled with a wisdom that only a father could offer. “You chose wisely. And I have no doubt that you and Jungkook will rule this kingdom together—better than anyone else.”

Taehyung blinked up at his father, his heart swelling with a mixture of relief and love. He had always wanted his father’s approval, but in this moment, he realized that it was not just about approval. It was about trust. About knowing that his father had always believed in him, even when Taehyung hadn’t fully believed in himself.

“I love you, Appa,” Taehyung whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with all the affection he had held in his heart for so long.

The King smiled softly, wiping a tear from Taehyung’s cheek. “And I love you, my son. Always.”

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