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Taehyung stepped inside the suite, his sharp senses immediately picking up on Hoseok's minty scent permeating in the air. His nose wrinkled in displeasure as he approached the bed where Jungkook lay peacefully.
Taehyung's chest tightened at the sight of his mate, a mix of relief and longing flooding him after their long separation. But as he stepped closer, something felt... off. His eyes darkened, the glow of red intensifying until they were black like charcoal.
His jaw clenched in anger as he slowly breathed in an unfamiliar scent—faint, but lingering beneath Hoseok’s scent. An unknown Alpha had tainted his mate’s skin and clothes.
Taehyung’s entire body stiffened, his breath catching in his throat as he clenched his fists so hard his nails dug into his palms.
Who dared to touch what was his?
And within seconds, Taehyung’s Alpha took control as he hovered over Jungkook’s body, trying to breathe in his scent.
But the foreign scent was overpowering, so repulsive and invasive, it completely masked Jungkook’s scent—something he had been eagerly waiting to inhale.
It ignited a primal urge within him to erase the intrusive scent, to reclaim and destroy whoever dared to leave a mark on his mate.
A low, guttural snarl escaped his lips as he leaned closer, his nose brushing against Jungkook’s neck, inhaling deeply to grasp the scent of the offender.
His mind raced, images flashing of an unknown alpha touching his mate, leaving their scent, their claim. The thought was unbearable, and his alpha screamed for action.
His fingers twitch, itching to tear something—or someone—apart.
His breathing grows ragged, his control teetering on the edge as he fights the overwhelming urge to completely claim his defenseless mate.
Suddenly, something wet drops onto Taehyung’s cheek. He freezes, his breath hitching as he slowly lifts his gaze.
Jungkook’s lashes are damp, tears pooling and spilling over as his lips tremble
“Alpha?” Jungkook chokes out in disbelief “Taehyungie?”
Taehyung exhales softly, his hands moving to cradle Jungkook’s face delicately. His thumb gently wiping his tears.
“It is me, baby” Taehyung murmurs “You weren't sleeping?”
Jungkook shakes his head, looking impossiblely cute “No... I couldn't. Hobi hyung was acting weird” he mumbles, hands reaching out to grasp at Taehyung's body, as if to make sure he's real.
A low possessive growl rumbles from Taehyung’s chest the moment Jungkook mentions Hoseok. As he catches one of Jungkook’s hands, squeezing them lightly.
Jungkook flinches at the grip, his eyes widening in shock. “T-Taehyung?!” His breath stutters. “Is it really you? I’m not imagining you again, right?"
Taehyung’s lips curled slightly “You were imagining me?” He tilted his head. “Did you miss me that much?”
“Yes—” Jungkook’s words dissolved into a soft gasp as Taehyung bent down and pressed his lips to the sensitive skin of his throat, teeth scraping against his scent glands before he sank them in.
Jungkook’s breath hitched, a choked moan escaping him as his hands clutched at Taehyung’s shoulders. His scent bloomed in the air, mingling with Taehyung’s in a way that made his alpha finally settle.
“Let me remove this filth from you first,” Taehyung muttered, his voice dark, his pheromones thick and heavy as he drowned Jungkook in them, erasing every trace of the intruder.
Jungkook whined softly, arms winding around Taehyung’s neck, body pliant beneath him.
Then, suddenly, Taehyung pulled back. His gaze burned as he surveyed Jungkook’s clothes, his eyes narrowing. “Arms up.”
Jungkook blinked, dazed. “What?”
“Did you let a bastard hug you?” Taehyung’s voice was dangerously low, his patience nonexistent.
Jungkook blinked again, confusion flickering across his face, but he obeyed without hesitation, lifting his arms so Taehyung could rid him of the offending fabric.
And finally
There would be no trace left.
No scent but his own.
Jungkook belonged to him.
“You're mine,” Taehyung growls, his voice thick with possessiveness.
“Uh—” Jungkook doesn't reply immediately. His breath catches as tears suddenly fill his eyes again. “But... I... I broke up with you. I don’t deserve you.”
Taehyung doesn’t respond, his expression unreadable. He shakes his head slightly before removing the hoodie he’s wearing and draping it over Jungkook’s shoulders.
Then He moves off of him, but Jungkook instinctively grabs his hands, panic rising in his chest.
“W-where are you going? Don’t leave me... please stay.”
“Oh, baby,” Taehyung coos. “I’m just grabbing a glass of water for you.”
“And I won’t dare leave if you ask me to stay, my baby,” Taehyung adds, as he grabs a glass of water from the nightstand and brings it to Jungkook’s lips, helping him drink.
“You breaking up with me means nothing to me,” Taehyung continues. “I love you so much. And whether you say yes or not, you are mine. I’m going to make sure of it. No one will object to us. You’ll be a successful solo artist, just like you’ve always wanted.”
“How?” Jungkook asks, his eyes teared up.
“You don’t need to worry about that right now,” Taehyung says as he lies down beside Jungkook and helps him settle against his bare chest. “Now sleep. Don’t you need to perform at a festival tomorrow? You need to rest.”
Jungkook gets comfortable, cuddling into Taehyung’s chest as he whispers, “I can’t sleep. I haven’t been able to for the past two weeks.”
“Hm,” Taehyung hums softly, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and gently massaging his scalp, knowing it would help him fall asleep.
“My wolf has been upset all the time,” Jungkook mumbles sleepily. “It was only after you came that it feels at peace.”
“Uh-huh,” Taehyung responds, his hand continuing to soothe him as Jungkook quickly falls asleep.
After several minutes of Jungkook taking calm breaths, Taehyung knows he is truly asleep. He slips a hand into his pocket, pulls out his phone, and dials Yoongi. The call is answered immediately.
“Both of you, come inside,” Taehyung says before cutting the call without waiting for a response.
The door to the suite opens quietly as two men step inside. Their heads are lowered as they walk simultaneously to the other side of the bed, where Taehyung is lying.
“It seems I put my trust in you far too quickly, Hoseok,” Taehyung says, his voice cold.
“Taehyung, I can explain—"
“Shh,” Taehyung growls, sending out a wave of his pheromones toward Hoseok.
The scent is so intense that Hoseok finds it hard to breathe, his knees buckling under the sheer force of it. Even Yoongi isn't spared.
“Who was it?” Taehyung asks slowly, his fingers still threading through Jungkook’s hair. “I might just kill you if you haven't caught him yet.”
“I didn’t see—ugh, fuck—I'm sorry, please stop releasing your pheromones, Taehyung,” Hoseok chokes out.
Taehyung withdraws his pheromones, watching as Hoseok staggers.
“Call Seokjin,” he orders, before pausing. “No, call Namjoon.”
“why—” Yoongi starts, only to be cut off.
“I’ll have Namjoon handle Hoseok’s work, and Hoseok will take over Namjoon’s responsibilities.”
Panic flashes across Yoongi’s face. He glances at Hoseok, whose expression has turned pale.
Seokjin runs Kim Enterprises, Taehyung's company—the largest corporation in the country.
And Namjoon oversees Taehyung’s underworld dealings and, more recently, handles the ‘clean up’ of those caught under Taehyung’s orders. And Hoseok despises this particular job after an incident from his past. But it's clear that Taehyung is punishing him.
“Tae—” Hoseok begins, but one look from Taehyung shuts him up instantly.
“Call,” Taehyung repeats while glaring at Yoongi. Yoongi scrambles to dial Namjoon and quickly hands the phone over. “Find the bastard who dared to touch what’s mine and bring him to me within the hour,” Taehyung commands, his tone lethal. “Or I might just kill Hoseok.” With that, he throws the phone back to Yoongi.
“Tell him he can ask Seokjin for help, but by the time the hour is up, I want that bastard on his knees in the room next door.” Yoongi nods and relays the message. “And Yoongi,” Taehyung adds “If you pity your mate too much... I might just come up with a punishment for you too.”