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"They look lovely together, don't they?"
"They do. Truly a picture-perfect pair."
The two women watched their children talking outside the café, wearing the same gracious smiles they reserved for social occasions.
"Yuna-ah, your Jungkook is exceptionally beautiful. No wonder everyone adores him."
Yuna let out a soft laugh. "You're too kind. And your Taehyung-ah has become such a distinguished young man, Sua-ah. He carries himself remarkably well."
"He tries his best." Sua smiled elegantly. "Still, the two of them look rather perfect standing together."
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Taehyung had chosen to wait outside rather than sit inside the café. He could barely tolerate listening to his mother talk endlessly about money, reputation, and tradition. Besides, it didn't feel right to stay warm by the heater while the person who might soon become his fiancé walked toward him in the cold.
Hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, he stood patiently against the railings, his sharp alpha senses unconsciously alert to every passing scent and footstep.
Then—
"Taehyung-shi."
A soft, melodic voice called out to him.
He recognized it instantly.
Turning around, he found a young omega standing a few steps away, cheeks slightly flushed from the cold and dark eyes bright yet hesitant. The delicate, sweet scent surrounding him was faint, almost shy.
For a brief moment, Taehyung simply stared, before he finally decided to talk. "Jungkook-shi," he called, his deep voice carrying easily through the cold air.
Jungkook smiled, trying to hide the shiver that ran down his spine at the sound of the alpha's voice. "Did I make you wait for too long? I apologize if I did." He bowed lightly.
"No, not at all." Taehyung shook his head. "I like the cold." It was a smooth lie. In truth, he had never cared much for winter—or any weather, for that matter.
"Oh, really?" Jungkook's eyes brightened. "I love winter too. I just get cold very easily." He rubbed his reddened ears before quickly pulling his earmuffs back over them. The small gesture, coupled with the tip of his nose tinted pink from the cold, made him look unexpectedly endearing
Taehyung found himself staring for a second longer than necessary.
Only then did he truly notice what the omega was wearing.
Jungkook was bundled up from head to toe in a fluffy white teddy jacket that looked incredibly soft and warm. A thick, light-brown muffler was wrapped around his neck, and the dainty fingers Taehyung remembered from their last meeting were hidden inside white cotton gloves. He wore dark blue straight jeans and white boots, and perched on his head were a pair of white earmuffs that covered his ears.
He looked... soft.
Very soft.
Taehyung's gaze returned to Jungkook's face. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were slightly pink from the cold, but as their eyes met, they seemed to turn an even brighter shade of red.
Taehyung's brows furrowed.
Why was the omega turning red?
Was he feeling colder than before?
Or was it—
"Is there something on m-my face?" Jungkook asked, bringing a gloved hand to his cheek.
He had noticed the alpha's eyes lingering on him—on his clothes, his earmuffs, and finally his face. Yet Taehyung had said absolutely nothing.
Taehyung realized he had been caught staring.
"No." He shook his head. "But if you're feeling too cold, we can go back inside." He gestured toward Jungkook, who was dressed warmly from head to toe.
"Oh." Jungkook's heart fluttered slightly at the alpha's consideration. "It's okay. I'd like to stay here for a while."
Taehyung hummed in response before leaning against the railing and looking out at the beautiful scenery.
Jungkook did the same, but his eyes soon drifted back to the alpha beside him.
He was the most handsome alpha Jungkook had ever seen. Unlike him, Taehyung was barely bundled up. He wore a black turtleneck tucked into matching black trousers, with a black coat thrown over it. That was it.
And somehow, despite the cold, he looked perfectly comfortable.
"Aren't you cold, alpha?" Jungkook asked suddenly.
Taehyung turned to look at him, his expression as unreadable as ever. "No. Being an alpha keeps my body naturally warm."
Jungkook blinked. "Then summers must be horrible for you."
There was genuine concern in his voice.
Taehyung looked at the omega's worried face for a moment before replying, "Nothing I can't handle."
For some reason, Jungkook still looked unconvinced, so Taehyung decided to explain further. "I stay indoors when I can, keep the air conditioner running, and drink a lot of iced coffee."
"Hmm, I see. I'll keep that in mind." Jungkook nodded to himself, as if he had just memorized something important.
It was such a small, ordinary thing to say. Yet Taehyung's eyes widened almost imperceptibly.
I'll keep that in mind.
The words settled heavily in his chest.
It meant the omega had unconsciously included himself in Taehyung's future. It meant there was a possibility of Jungkook reminding him to stay cool during the summer, handing him an iced coffee, or fussing over him when the heat became unbearable.
It meant they might become something.
It meant they might be together.
An unfamiliar warmth spread through Taehyung's chest. At the same time, something deeper stirred within him—a dark, instinctive possessiveness that every alpha knew all too well. The thought of this soft, considerate omega caring for someone else instead made his jaw tighten almost imperceptibly.
He still remembered the first time his mother had shown him a picture of the seventh omega she had chosen for an arranged marriage.
Jeon Jungkook.
At the time, he had been certain he would reject this omega too, just as he had rejected the previous ones.
The omega was pretty and elegant, much like the others he had been introduced to. But for the first time, something immediately caught his attention.
The eyes.
Big, doe-like eyes that seemed to the galaxy.
Only then had he noticed the omega's other features—the long raven hair that fell to his shoulders, the various piercings adorning him, an eyebrow piercing, a lip piercing, and multiple earrings. There was also a small mole right below his lower lip.
It was tiny, almost insignificant.
Yet Taehyung had found himself staring at it for far longer than necessary.
And then meeting Jungkook for the first time in the cozy café where they had first met.
Taehyung very much blamed the picture because it had done absolutely no justice to the omega's beauty.
Jeon Jungkook was absolutely gorgeous. Not only did he have a beautiful face, but he also had a beautiful figure. He was slender, with soft curves in all the right places. He was almost as tall as Taehyung, only a few inches shorter.
He had also discovered that Jungkook had an entire tattoo sleeve. It may have been a stereotypical assumption, but Taehyung had expected him to be a bold, confident omega with a sharp tongue and an intimidating presence.
Instead, Jungkook had been a stuttering mess.
He had spoken softly, yet elegantly, and treated Taehyung with nothing but respect. His nervousness had made him stumble over his words at first, but as the meeting went on, the stuttering gradually disappeared. By the end of their first meeting, the omega had become open, warm, and unexpectedly easy to talk to.
And even Taehyung, who had rejected every previous arrangement without a second thought, had left that café with a certainty he had never felt before.
Jungkook was the omega.
The omega he wanted beside him for the rest of his life.
A sneeze brought Taehyung back to his senses.
"Excuse me," Jungkook said, wiping his nose.
Taehyung frowned. Jungkook's nose had turned slightly pink from the cold.
"I think we should go inside—"
"No!" Jungkook said suddenly. He blinked at his own outburst and quickly cleared his throat. "I mean, no. Let's stay here for a bit," Jungkook said, fidgeting with his fingers and glancing at their mothers for a split second.
Taehyung noticed it, of course he did. He understood immediately that, like him, Jungkook didn't want to be with their mothers right now.
"Jungkook-shi?" Taehyung called softly.
Jungkook looked at him immediately. "Yes?"
Taehyung glanced at the omega's pink nose before meeting his eyes again.
"Do you like street food?" he asked.
Jungkook's eyes widened slightly before he nodded. "I like it," he admitted, a small smile appearing on his face.
Taehyung hummed. "Then, if you don't mind, would you like to go with me? I know a place that sells good street food."
Jungkook blinked before another smile spread across his face. "I would like that very much."
He would get to be away from their mothers and eat street food with Taehyung-shi. Somehow, the thought made him happy.
Taehyung gave a single nod. Then, after a brief pause, he placed his hand lightly on the small of Jungkook's back and guided him forward.
"This way," he said simply.
Jungkook glanced at their mothers once more before looking back at Taehyung. "Shouldn't we tell them?" he asked softly.
"It's alright," Taehyung replied, his hand remaining lightly on Jungkook's back. "We won't be gone for long."
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Taehyung was amused.
He was leaning against the stall, quietly watching Jungkook. The omega looked... angry. His brows were furrowed as he stuffed another bite of tteokbokki into his mouth.
"Jungkook-shi?" Taehyung called.
As usual, Jungkook looked at him immediately. The little frown disappeared at once, replaced by wide doe eyes. His cheeks were slightly puffed out, his mouth still full.
Taehyung had to hide his amusement. "Do you not like the food?" he asked carefully.
Jungkook shook his head aggressively before quickly chewing and swallowing the food in his mouth. "I love it, Taehyung-shi," he said. As he spoke, he stepped closer and grabbed Taehyung's arm with his gloved hand. His other hand was now bare.
"You looked angry," Taehyung explained, though he was fully aware of the hand wrapped around his arm. He watched the omega's reaction.
Those big doe eyes widened. A blush spread across his cheeks. He took a step back, cleared his throat, and then opened his mouth. "I-I apparently look angry when I like food. My baby sister says the same thing."
That familiar warmth returned to Taehyung's chest. This omega somehow managed to become even more endearing.
Jungkook was honestly so embarrassed. He had forgotten his manners. First, he had forgotten to keep a neutral expression. Second, he had been eating as if he had not seen food in years. What must Taehyung-shi think of him? The omega quietly cleared his throat and started eating more gracefully. But he could still feel the alpha's gaze on him.
Jungkook looked up. "Do you want some?" he asked softly, holding a piece of tteokbokki near Taehyung's mouth.
Taehyung looked at the rice cake before lifting his eyes to Jungkook. "Is it spicy?" he asked.
Jungkook nodded. "It's very spicy, actually."
Taehyung hummed. Then he gently held the hand that was offering him the rice cake, causing Jungkook to freeze. "My spice tolerance is very low," Taehyung said calmly. He lightly pushed Jungkook's hand back toward him. "So you should eat it instead."
The omega's eyes widened. "I am so sorry, Taehyung-shi. I didn't know—"
The rice cake was pushed into his mouth.
Jungkook blinked.
"Eat," Taehyung said simply.
The concern on Jungkook's face slowly melted away as he chewed.
"It is alright. You didn't know," Taehyung said, as though he had not just fed the omega himself. Then he let go of the hand.
Jungkook quickly looked away. His mind was in complete chaos. First, the alpha had held his bare hand. He could still feel the warmth of Taehyung's large hand around his own.
And second...
Taehyung-shi had fed him. Using his own hand. Jungkook was one hundred percent certain his face was burning red. His eyes then landed on a sign that read, 'Best Hotteok.'
"Alpha." Jungkook turned back to Taehyung, only to find the alpha already looking at him. Intently.
For a second, Jungkook forgot what he was about to say. He shook his head.
"Alpha, there," he said, pointing at the sign. "Hotteok. Shall we go there?"
"Jungkook-shi, you do not have to call me Alpha," Taehyung said, completely ignoring where Jungkook was pointing.
Jungkook blinked. His lips parted slightly. Then his eyes softened. "But I want to," he said quietly. "Unless... you don't want me to."
"I do not mind it at all," Taehyung said as he straightened. "I just don't want you to call me Alpha because you think you have to."
"That's... um..." Jungkook faltered.
For a moment, he was at a loss for words. Most alphas liked being called by their rank. It was respectful. It acknowledged who they were. But Taehyung-shi had just told him not to do it out of obligation.
"I know I don't have to," Jungkook said softly. "I just... really want to call you Alpha." The words left his mouth before he could overthink them. For some reason, calling Taehyung that made him feel safe.
Taehyung stared at him for a second. Then he hummed. "Let's go?" he asked, tilting his head toward the hotteok stall. As they started walking, his large hand returned to the small of Jungkook's back.
"Do you like hotteok, Alpha?" Jungkook asked. Without realizing it, he moved a little closer to Taehyung. The street was crowded, and the alpha's body heat felt warm against the cold.
Taehyung noticed the street becoming more crowded. Without a word, his hand slid from the small of Jungkook's back to his slim waist, pulling him a little closer to his side.
Jungkook nearly stumbled. A shiver ran through him. He should not have felt it. There were layers of thick clothing between them. It should have felt like nothing. But he felt it. He felt it far too much. Suddenly, his body felt hot.
"Hmm?"
The hum came from right beside his ear. Jungkook flinched slightly and looked up.
Taehyung was already looking at him, his expression calm as ever, his hand still resting securely on the omega's waist.
"H-Huh?" Jungkook made the mistake of looking to his side. Only to realize just how close they were.
Taehyung noticed every little reaction the omega gave him—the slight flinch, the warm cheeks, the way those doe eyes seemed unsure where to look. "Hm?" he prompted quietly. "Could you repeat that? I didn't catch it."
Jungkook quickly looked away, trying to remember what he had been about to say. "Oh... I was asking if you like hotteok."
Taehyung considered the question for a moment. "I think hotteok and I are on good terms." he said simply.
Jungkook stared at him for a few seconds before letting out a small laugh.
Taehyung looked at the omega, who was trying to hide his laughter behind his hand.
"I-I'm sorry, Alpha. It's just..." Jungkook chuckled softly. "You have a very unique way of answering things."
"Most people say I have a strange way of answering things," Taehyung said in the same serious tone. "So I'll accept 'unique.' It sounds much better."
That only made Jungkook laugh harder.
Taehyung's lips twitched.
The omega looked absolutely gorgeous when he laughed. The corners of his eyes crinkled, and his nose scrunched slightly.
Then he looked up at Taehyung, his laughter gradually fading as they reached the stall. "So, what other food are more than just good terms with you?"
Taehyung placed their order before considering the question. "I cannot think of anything in particular," he admitted. "I am not a picky eater. The only thing that matters is the spice level." Then he glanced at Jungkook. "What about you?"
Jungkook nodded, making a mental note of it. "Well, I am not a picky eater either. I love almost everything." He smiled as he accepted the hotteok from the vendor, thanking him politely.
Taehyung watched him for a moment before taking his own hotteok.
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"Where did the two of them go?" Sua asked, looking outside the café.
Yuna glanced outside as well, only to frown when she couldn't spot either her son or Taehyung. "Wait, let me call Jungkook." She quickly dialled his number.
Jungkook didn't pick up on the first ring.
That alone irritated Yuna. She had made it perfectly clear to Jungkook that he was to answer her and his father's calls immediately, not keep them waiting.
When he didn't answer the second ring either, Yuna's hand tightened around her phone.
Still, she kept a pleasant smile on her face. The last thing she wanted was for Sua to notice her annoyance. Especially not Sua, who was sitting beside her with a sweet smile of her own, despite disliking Yuna just as much as Yuna disliked her.
Sua noticed that Yuna's son wasn't picking up the call. She hid a smirk and cleared her throat. "Let me call Taehyung instead. He always picks up my calls," she said, placing a slight emphasis on the word always.
Yuna smiled and nodded politely, but she was seething inside.
The call rang for a few seconds before Taehyung finally answered. Not instantly, but still on the first ring. It was enough to make Sua's chest swell with satisfaction.
Beside her, Yuna maintained her pleasant smile, even as her silent hope, that Taehyung wouldn't answer either and leave Sua embarrassed, crumbled.
"Yes, son?" Sua spoke sweetly.
"You went there?"
"Oh, you're coming back?"
"Okay. Don't stay out for too long. It's chilly today. See you soon."
Sua hung up and smiled—a smile that seemed to say, My son and I share a much better bond than you and yours.
"They went to a nearby street food area. They're on their way back now."
"Ah, I see." Yuna nodded.
In reality, she had reached her limit.
First, her son hadn't picked up her call immediately. And now, he had actually gone to some junky street food place. She had spent years making sure Jungkook stayed fit and slim. Eating that greasy junk would only make him gain weight and ruin his face.
Yes, she definitely had to do something about Jungkook.
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"Well, looks like we have to go back," Jungkook said softly when he saw Taehyung end the call.
Taehyung simply nodded. A moment later, his hand found its place on Jungkook's waist once again, resting there with quiet familiarity as he guided them back.
He had done it several times throughout the evening without seeming to realize it himself. He never asked for permission, yet the touch never felt presumptuous. It was steady and considerate, as though keeping Jungkook close had become an unspoken responsibility he had accepted somewhere along the way.
Jungkook, however, was painfully aware of it. A hand on his back had already been enough to make his heart beat a little faster, but Taehyung's hand on his waist was entirely different. The warmth of that large hand seemed to seep through his clothes and settle deep inside his chest, leaving him with the ridiculous urge to lean into him and stay there.
"So, alpha, what are your hobbies?" Jungkook asked, deciding to keep the conversation going. He didn't mind taking the initiative because he had already learned that Taehyung would not start a conversation, however when a question asked, he would be answered anyway. Besides, it gave him another excuse to look at the handsome alpha.
"I like gardening," Taehyung replied. "And I collect vinyl records. I wouldn't call it a hobby exactly, but I enjoy listening to them."
Jungkook's eyes brightened. "That's so cool. I hope you'll show me the things you've grown someday, and maybe let me listen to your records too."
Taehyung looked at him for a moment, his expression remaining calm, though his gaze softened ever so slightly. "I will."
The answer was simple and only two words long, yet it somehow settled warmly in Jungkook's chest.
"And you?" Taehyung asked.
"It's a little childish," Jungkook admitted with a sheepish smile, his fingers absently brushing over the earmuffs.
"It doesn't matter if you like it." Taehyung's reply was immediate. His expression remained unreadable, his thumb unconsciously rubbing against Jungkook's waist through the thick layers of clothing.
Realizing that the alpha was encouraging him in his own quiet way, Jungkook cleared his throat. "I like collecting different kinds of stationery and journalling. And... I like singing too."
"I don't think that's childish." Taehyung glanced at him briefly. "Those are nice hobbies."
Jungkook smiled shyly at the response. "I'm glad you don't think so."
As he looked up, however, his smile faltered slightly. They had already reached the café. Their little walk, and the unexpected alone time with Taehyung, had come to an end.
"Shall we?" Taehyung asked when he noticed Jungkook had stopped in front of the café instead of going inside.
"Oh, yes." Jungkook smiled quickly and followed him in.
The café was pleasantly warm from the heaters, so there were racks and hooks near the entrance for guests to leave their coats, gloves, and boots. The café even provided slippers to wear inside.
Since he had bundled himself up against the cold, Jungkook took a little longer to remove everything. Taehyung, on the other hand, only had to take off his coat and boots, yet he made no move to go ahead. He simply stood nearby and waited with quiet patience until Jungkook was done.
"Taehyung-ah, come here, son," Sua called when she noticed him still standing near the entrance.
Taehyung looked toward his mother before glancing at Jungkook, who was still busy removing his layers of winter clothing.
Jungkook noticed the look immediately and felt a little guilty.
"Taehyung-shi, you don't have to wait for me. It might take me a while, so you should go ahead. I'll join you all in a bit."
"I don't mind waiting." His answer came without hesitation.
"But I do." Jungkook smiled apologetically. "I'd feel bad if I kept you standing here."
Taehyung was quiet for a moment before giving a small nod. Though he seemed somewhat reluctant, he finally turned and made his way toward their mothers.
"Taehyung-ah, where is Jungkook?" Yuna asked when she noticed only him approaching.
Jungkook was still near the entrance, hidden behind a wall as he took off his winter clothes, which was why she hadn't seen him.
"He is taking off his coat and boots," Taehyung replied simply as he sat down in front of his mother.
"Aish, that boy. I told him not to overdress, but he never listens," Yuna said with an amused shake of her head.
"It's alright." Taehyung's voice remained calm and even. "He told me he's sensitive to the cold, so it's better that he's overdressed."
Yuna's smile faltered at Taehyung's sudden defense, though she quickly composed herself. A moment later, she noticed Jungkook approaching.
Her jaw ticked slightly.
It always did whenever she saw the tattoos spread across her son's milky skin.
Glancing at Sua, she found the other woman looking at the tattoos peeking over Jungkook's shoulder as well. A hint of worry settled inside Yuna. She could only hope the tattoos wouldn't become a hindrance to the marriage.
"Hello, Mrs. Kim. I'm sorry I couldn't greet you earlier," Jungkook apologized as he reached the table, bowing politely.
At the sound of his voice, Taehyung looked up.
He went subtly still.
Jungkook had removed most of his winter layers and was now wearing an off-shoulder foldover sweater that revealed the delicate line of his collarbone. The neckline also exposed the beginning of the sleeve tattoo on his shoulder, while the oversized sleeves hung loosely enough to reveal parts of the ink winding down his right arm.
Jungkook's hair was left open, with only a white pearl hair clip holding a few strands back. His earrings were simple yet elegant, and there was nothing around his neck.
Taehyung found that fitting.
The omega's collarbones were enough.
His gaze then dropped to Jungkook's hands. Several rings adorned his dainty fingers, the same ones he had noticed earlier while they were eating at the street stalls.
His eyes continued downward, taking in the dark blue jeans before settling on the omega's feet. A thin gold anklet circled the left ankle, and even his toes were decorated with delicate rings.
Did he like jewellery that much? The thought crossed Taehyung's mind just as he reached for the chair beside him and pulled it out.
"Thank you," Jungkook said sweetly before taking the seat.
"They're quite noticeable," Sua remarked with a pleasant smile as though she were merely making conversation. "You don't see many omegas with that many tattoos these days."
The table grew a little quieter.
Jungkook had heard comments like that his entire life. He simply smiled and wrapped his hands around the warm cup that had just been placed before him.
"He's always been stubborn about them," Yuna sighed with a small laugh. "No matter how much I complained, he refused to remove them. I kept telling him people would judge him, but he never listened."
Jungkook's smile didn't waver, though his fingers curled slightly in his lap. "I just happened to like them, Mom."
"See?" Yuna sighed fondly. "He's been stubborn since he was little."
Sua hummed, taking a sip of her tea. "Well, everyone has their own preferences."
The words were harmless enough on the surface, yet something about them made the air feel a little uncomfortable.
Jungkook simply smiled and lowered his gaze, choosing not to respond.
Then, unexpectedly, Taehyung spoke. "I think they suit him."
Three pairs of eyes turned toward him.
Taehyung's expression remained as calm and unreadable as ever. "He likes them, and they aren't hurting anyone." He looked at Jungkook briefly before adding, "I don't see a problem."
Silence settled over the table. Even Sua seemed momentarily caught off guard.
Jungkook blinked.
The alpha's voice had been even and matter-of-fact, as though he had merely stated an obvious fact. There was no annoyance, no grand speech, and no attempt to comfort him.
Yet, somehow, it felt like a defense.
A warm flutter spread through Jungkook's chest, and for some reason, his smile this time came a little softer than before.
"So, Taehyung-ah, how has work been lately?" Yuna asked politely, trying to move on from the awkward moment.
"Busy."
Yuna smiled. "I suppose that's expected when you're running a company."
Sua looked at her son with obvious pride. "He practically lives at the office. Sometimes I wonder if he remembers he has a home."
Taehyung didn't comment.
"He was like this even as a child," Sua continued with a soft laugh. "If he started something, he wouldn't stop until it was perfect. He takes work very seriously."
"That's admirable," Yuna said.
Sua smiled modestly. "I'm grateful he grew up responsible. You know how difficult it is to find young people these days who are willing to put work before everything else."
The table grew quiet.
Jungkook simply smiled and took a sip of his drink.
"And you, Jungkook-ah?" Sua turned to him. "Could you handle someone this busy? Taehyung sometimes misses family dinners because of work."
Jungkook looked at Taehyung for a brief second before turning back to Sua. "I don't think I'd mind," he answered softly. "Everyone has responsibilities. As long as he remembers to take care of himself too, I think it's alright."
Sua blinked. Yuna looked pleased with the answer.
Taehyung, who had been quietly drinking his coffee, looked at Jungkook.
The omega's expression remained gentle as he continued, "Being busy isn't a bad thing. It just means someone is working hard. Though they might be a little forgetful about taking care of themselves."
Silence settled over the table.
Then Taehyung spoke. "I eat properly."
Everyone looked at him.
"I sleep enough too."
For a moment, nobody understood why he was suddenly saying that.
Then Jungkook blinked.
Was...
Was the alpha assuring him?
The tips of Jungkook's ears slowly turned pink.
Sua stared at her son, slightly stunned. She had never seen him explain his habits to someone who hadn't even asked.
"That's really good to hear Taehyung-shi." Jungkook smiled.
The table buzzed with conversation as the omega mothers chatted away, which slowly turned into them proudly talking about their respective families. Jungkook listened with a polite smile, answering modestly whenever he was asked something, while Taehyung remained mostly quiet. He spoke only when addressed directly, offering short but respectful responses that were never rude.
An hour passed before it was finally decided that it was time to leave.
"So, I am assuming both of you are saying yes to the marriage?" Yuna asked, looking between the pair.
Jungkook instinctively looked at Taehyung, only to find the alpha already looking at him. The omega's cheeks turned faintly pink, and he quickly looked away, turning back toward his mother instead.
"Yes," Taehyung answered first, his voice carrying a quiet certainty that made something soften inside Jungkook.
"Yes," Jungkook echoed with a shy smile.
"Well, that's good to hear." Sua said, hiding her initial surprise. After years of watching her son reject every potential match, she had almost convinced herself he would never accept anyone as his partner.
"Omo, I am so happy! You two look perfect together." Yuna said brightly, unable to contain her excitement. Behind her cheerful smile, she couldn't help but think that the union between the Jeons and Kims would be nothing short of perfect.
"I suppose we should leave now and arrange another meeting with our husbands to discuss the marriage and the other necessary preparations." Sua said as she stood up and straightened her clothes.
"Yes, that sounds good." Yuna agreed, rising to her feet as well.
Jungkook felt a small pang of disappointment. He had wanted to spend a little more time around the alpha. They had barely spoken, yet he found himself liking Taehyung's quiet presence and the faint, heavenly scent that surrounded him. Still, he stood up and followed after the others.
Taehyung did the same. Reaching the coat rack near the entrance, he silently put his winter clothes back on before waiting for the others, his posture as calm and composed as ever.
They stepped outside, and just as they were about to head toward their respective cars, Jungkook impulsively reached out and lightly held the alpha's sleeve.
"Alpha," he called softly.
Both mothers looked at them before silently exchanging glances and deciding to give the pair a moment alone.
Taehyung paused and turned around, his eyes settling on the omega who was once again bundled up in layers of winter clothing.
Jungkook's cheeks tinted pink under the alpha's steady gaze, but he cleared his throat and held out his phone anyway. "Could I have your number? Please?" he asked softly, pushing the phone toward Taehyung.
One corner of Taehyung's lips twitched faintly at the omega's behavior. He took the phone without a word, entered his number, and handed it back. Their fingers accidentally brushed in the exchange.
They had not even touched properly, with Jungkook still wearing his gloves, yet the brief contact was enough to make the omega let out an embarrassing little squeak.
Jungkook's face instantly turned red. He quickly bowed, thanked the alpha, and hurried back to his mother's car.
As for Taehyung, he simply watched him go. Outwardly, his expression remained as calm and unreadable as ever, but inwardly, he found himself committing every reaction to memory—the blush spreading across Jungkook's cheeks, the tiny squeak, and the way the omega practically fled in embarrassment.
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And just like that, three weeks passed.
The day of the wedding had finally arrived.
As Korean elites and prominent chaebol families, the Kims and Jeons did not hold a simple ceremony. The wedding venue was grand and lavish, with business associates, family friends, and influential figures from both sides in attendance.
Over the past three weeks, Jungkook and Taehyung had gone on five dates together. They remained respectful of each other, but somewhere along the way, they had also become comfortable in each other's presence and scents. In fact, they had quietly grown to like both.
Meanwhile, the bride and groom were in their respective rooms, getting ready for the ceremony that would soon bind their lives together.
"I still can't believe he's getting married before us." Yoongi, one of Taehyung's close alpha friends, said as he lounged on one of the couches in the groom's room.
"And whose fault is that?" Jimin, another of Taehyung's close friends, asked with a roll of his eyes.
"If the two of you are going to argue, then please leave." Taehyung said while adjusting his tie.
Hoseok, another alpha friend, watched him for a moment before speaking. "It's honestly concerning how you somehow look happy without even smiling."
"For real," Yoongi agreed with a snort.
"But I definitely don't blame Taehyung for it. Have you seen his fiancé? He's ridiculously beautiful." Jimin said dreamily.
"You have a boyfriend," Yoongi pointed out, narrowing his eyes at him.
"And?" Jimin replied sassily, completely unapologetic.
Taehyung paused in fixing his cufflinks and briefly glanced at Jimin. He said nothing, but the look alone made Jimin grin.
"Why are you mad at me?" Yoongi asked, straightening up on the couch.
"Maybe because the supposedly heartless Taehyung is getting married before us. Us, who have been together for five years," Jimin said, narrowing his eyes at his alpha.
"I am still here," Taehyung deadpanned, wearing an unimpressed expression.
Hoseok let out a snort at that.
"You were literally the one who said you didn't want to get married until your company was doing better," Yoongi said, looking offended.
"Are you implying my company isn't doing better now?" Jimin asked defensively.
"Baby, just last night you were complaining about the idiots working for you and asking me to make you feel better by fucking—"
"Okay, shut the fuck up." Hoseok groaned, holding up a hand. "Keep your TMI to yourself."
Taehyung merely shook his head and looked back at his reflection. His chest felt strangely tight, and his palms had grown slightly clammy. Was this what being nervous felt like? He wasn't entirely sure. This was the first time he had ever experienced something like it.
He was about to get married and become someone's husband.
He was going to be Jungkook's husband.
The thought settled warmly in his chest, making him feel unexpectedly light. It felt... nice.
Just then, the announcer's voice came from outside, requesting the groom's presence in the hall and pulling both him and his friends from their thoughts.
"Why are you crying?" Yoongi asked, looking at his omega. Despite their bickering, he still pulled Jimin closer and wrapped an arm around him.
"I am not crying. It's just..." Jimin sniffed, wiping at his eyes. "Yesterday we were kids, and now this guy is getting married. We grew up way too fast."
He smiled softly and leaned into Yoongi's side.
"Gosh, you're going to make me cry too," Hoseok complained, discreetly wiping at the corner of his eye.
Taehyung looked at his friends in silence, mildly judging them for being so dramatic. Then, without saying a word, he turned and walked out of the room.
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Meanwhile, in the bride's room...
"Can you stop swinging back and forth? I feel like I'm going to get hypnotised." Seokjin, one of Jungkook's older omega friends, commented as he watched Jungkook sit on the circular couch, fully dressed and repeatedly rocking himself back and forth.
"I am getting married," Jungkook said nervously.
"Yeah, Kook, we know. You've said that at least a million times already." Namjoon, Seokjin's alpha mate, replied from his seat beside the older omega.
"I am getting married to Taehyung-shi," Jungkook announced once again, except now he looked ridiculously happy about it.
"Is he on his period?" Namjoon asked, watching Jungkook switch emotions every few seconds.
"He is a man," Seokjin said flatly.
Namjoon frowned. "Male period?"
"I love you, but please shut up. We need that boy to calm down," Seokjin said, pecking Namjoon's lips, which instantly silenced the alpha.
Seokjin then stood up, walked over to Jungkook, and crouched in front of him. "Baby, calm down."
"I am trying, hyung, but... but I am getting married," Jungkook said, his soft voice fading into a whisper.
"I know, and you look beautiful, Kookie. Absolutely gorgeous. Your fiancé is going to lose it when he sees you," Seokjin said softly as he cupped Jungkook's face.
Three years ago, Seokjin had been in the exact same place Jungkook was in now. He had been nervous as hell before his own wedding, so he knew exactly how Jungkook was feeling.
"Really?" Jungkook asked, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
Seokjin nodded reassuringly. "Don't be so nervous. From everything you've told me, Kim Taehyung seems like a very nice man. He'll take good care of you."
"And if he doesn't, tell me," Namjoon said as he joined Seokjin in front of Jungkook. "I'll take care of him personally."
"You guys..." Jungkook said softly before leaning forward and pulling them both into a warm hug.
Just then, the announcer requested the bride's presence in the hall.
Namjoon and Seokjin exchanged a look before turning back to Jungkook with fond smiles.
"It's time, Kook."
Jungkook swallowed hard before giving them a small nod.
There was a knock on the door before it slowly opened. An alpha in his fifties stepped inside. It was Jungkook's father, Jeon Jungwon.
The couple excused themselves, leaving the father and son alone.
"You look presentable," Jungwon said in a cold tone.
Jungkook simply smiled. He was used to it anyway.
"Don't mess this up for me, Jungkook," Jungwon said as he offered his arm to his son.
The omega's smile didn't falter as he took the arm. He was used to that too.
The duo made their way toward the hall, Jungkook's heartbeat quickening with every passing second. His emotions were all over the place. A tiny part of him wanted to turn around and run away, while the much bigger part couldn't wait to see his fiancé.
They stopped in front of the grand doors, waiting for them to open dramatically. A few seconds later, the doors slowly parted.
Jungkook kept his gaze lowered as they began walking down the aisle, but eventually gathered enough courage to look up. The moment he did, his eyes met those of his future alpha.
His breath caught in his throat.
Taehyung was staring at him with an intensity that made his heart nearly leap out of his chest. The alpha's gaze never wavered for even a second, and there was something unreadable in his expression that sent a shiver down Jungkook's spine.
Unable to hold his gaze any longer, Jungkook let his eyes wander over him.
Taehyung looked breathtaking.
His wavy hair, which usually fell over his forehead, had been neatly styled back today, exposing his honey-toned skin and making him look strikingly different, yet just as handsome. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt underneath, and the tailored fit accentuated his broad shoulders and well-built frame perfectly.
Jungkook gulped at the sight before his eyes drifted back to the alpha's face, only to find Taehyung already watching him. He immediately lowered his gaze again, his heart beating erratically inside his chest.
By then, Taehyung had completely turned his body toward the omega. And just like every other time, he took his sweet time taking him in.
Jungkook was dressed in a white blouse with long, loose sleeves and a V-neckline. Ruffles framed the collar, and a white string crisscrossed down the front in a zigzag pattern, the opening low enough to reveal the faintest glimpse of his cleavage. He had paired it with black trousers, creating a simple outfit that somehow looked anything but ordinary on him. The blouse was neatly tucked into his trousers, accentuating his narrow waist and making it appear impossibly delicate.
His long hair had been left open and adorned with a delicate floral clip. A touch of makeup highlighted his features, while his lips, painted cherry red, drew attention immediately. The eyebrow and lip piercings glinted beneath the lights, and the multiple pieces of jewellery decorating his ears only added to his charm. Even his slender fingers had been dressed in rings.
Taehyung could only stare.
The omega walking towards him looked ethereal.
They finally reached the stage, and Jungwon gently placed the omega's hand into Taehyung's.
"Take care of my son."
The voice that had always been cold whenever it addressed Jungkook was now unexpectedly warm as it spoke to Taehyung.
But Jungkook didn't even spare it a thought because, at that moment, all he could focus on was how his hands, which had never seemed particularly small to him, looked tiny in Taehyung's grasp.
"I will," Taehyung replied, tightening his hold ever so slightly.
The priest smiled warmly at the pair before opening the ceremonial book in his hands.
"Marriage is not simply the union of two people. It is a promise to walk beside one another through every season of life, to offer respect, understanding, and companionship even on the days when doing so is difficult."
The hall fell silent.
The priest looked at Taehyung first.
"Kim Taehyung, do you take Jeon Jungkook as your husband? Do you promise to honour him, respect him, and stand beside him through joy and hardship alike?"
There wasn't even a second of hesitation.
"I do," Taehyung answered.
The deep voice echoed softly through the hall. The priest nodded before turning toward Jungkook.
"And do you, Jeon Jungkook, take Kim Taehyung as your husband? Do you promise to honour him, respect him, and stand beside him through joy and hardship alike?"
Jungkook swallowed. "I do," he replied softly.
A smile appeared on the priest's face.
"Then you may now exchange your vows."
For the first time since he had walked down the aisle, Jungkook forced himself to look directly at Taehyung. The alpha was already watching him.
"Kim Taehyung," Jungkook began, his voice slightly shaky, "I don't know what our future will look like, and I can't promise that I won't be nervous or make mistakes. But I promise that I will try. I will respect you, trust you, and stand beside you even on the difficult days. I hope... we can become a source of comfort for each other."
Silence followed. Jungkook's ears slowly turned red.
Then Taehyung spoke.
"Jeon Jungkook."
The omega instinctively lifted his gaze.
"I cannot promise grand words, because I don't say things I don't mean." The alpha's voice remained steady and calm. "But I promise that you will always be treated with respect. I will listen when you have something to say, give you space when you need it, and stand in front of you whenever life becomes difficult. You will never have to face anything alone as long as I am beside you."
The entire hall grew quiet.
Taehyung's expression did not change. "I will do my best to be a good husband to you."
Jungkook could only stare at him. For some reason, those simple words made his chest feel warm.
The priest smiled warmly at the newly married couple before closing the ceremonial book in his hands.
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss your spouse."
A round of applause immediately broke out across the hall, accompanied by a few playful whistles from their friends and family.
Jungkook felt his cheeks grow warm.
He had expected this part of the ceremony, but now that the moment had actually arrived, he suddenly became very aware of the fact that Taehyung was standing right in front of him and that they were about to share their first kiss as husbands.
Slowly, he lifted his gaze.
Taehyung was already looking at him.
The alpha's expression remained composed as always, but there was a certain gentleness in his eyes that hadn't been there before.
Perhaps noticing the omega's flushed cheeks, Taehyung spoke quietly. "Are you nervous?"
Jungkook's fingers instinctively tightened around the alpha's hand. "A little," he admitted softly.
Taehyung regarded him for a few moments before giving the slightest nod, as though accepting his answer. Then he raised his free hand and carefully tucked a few strands of hair behind Jungkook's ear. His fingers lingered there for only a second before settling lightly against the side of his face.
The touch was warm.
Jungkook found himself holding his breath.
Taehyung then leaned forward slowly and deliberately, giving the omega more than enough time to pull away if he wished to.
He didn't.
A few moments later, the alpha's lips gently met his.
The kiss was soft and brief, carrying neither urgency nor hesitation. It was simply warm and careful, much like the man himself.
When Taehyung pulled away, he did not immediately let go of Jungkook's hand. Instead, he looked at him for another second before his thumb lightly brushed across the omega's knuckles.
Jungkook's face turned even redder.
And although Taehyung's expression remained mostly unchanged, his hold on Jungkook's hand tightened.
The hall erupted into applause.
The omega instinctively lowered his gaze.
A few seconds later, he felt a slight tug on his hand.
Jungkook looked up again.
Taehyung had not let go of him.
The alpha's expression remained calm, but his hold was steady and reassuring, as though silently reminding him that he was not standing there alone.
"Congratulations to the newly married couple," the priest said with a warm smile. "May your home be filled with understanding, respect, and happiness."
The pair thanked him softly.
Then came another round of applause.
Jungkook's eyes wandered toward the crowd. Seokjin and Namjoon were grinning at him from the front row. The omega couldn't help but smile. When he looked back, he found Taehyung watching him again.
The alpha's gaze shifted toward the guests before returning to him. "Would you like a minute?" he asked quietly.
Jungkook blinked. "A minute?"
"You look overwhelmed."
The simple observation made the omega's smile falter. He did look overwhelmed. His entire life had changed within the last hour, and he had barely found the time to process any of it. For some reason, the fact that Taehyung had noticed made something warm settle inside his chest.
"I'm okay," Jungkook replied softly. Then, after a brief pause, he added, "Just... trying to understand that I'm married now."
A hint of amusement appeared in the alpha's eyes. "I am trying to understand it too."
Jungkook stared at him. That was the first remotely unguarded thing Taehyung had said all day.
A small laugh escaped him.
The sound seemed to catch Taehyung's attention because the alpha looked at him for a few moments longer than necessary. Then, almost absentmindedly, he adjusted the floral clip in Jungkook's hair, which had shifted slightly. The gesture was brief and natural.
"There," he said.
Jungkook's cheeks immediately turned pink again. "...Thank you."
Taehyung simply nodded. Then, after a short pause, he offered his arm to him. "Shall we?"
The omega looked at the offered arm before slowly slipping his hand through it. "Yes."
Together, they turned toward their guests and descended the stage side by side, their hands brushing occasionally as they walked.
Neither of them said anything.
Yet, for the first time that day, the silence between them no longer felt awkward.
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The newly married couple were now on their way back to the Kim Mansion, alone.
As per tradition, the wedding night was reserved for the couple to finally consummate their marriage and complete the bond that would tie them together for life.
Jungkook was incredibly nervous...but he was also excited.
The omega stared out of the window as the mansion gradually came into view. The property was enormous, its modern architecture illuminated by warm lights that made it look even more grand and impressive against the night sky.
His eyes widened slightly. This was going to be his home now.
The car came to a stop. And as always, Taehyung got out first. He then walked around to Jungkook's side and opened the door for him.
The alpha held out his hand.
Jungkook looked at it for a brief moment before lifting his gaze to Taehyung. "Thank you," he said softly.
Taehyung simply gave a small nod.
Jungkook placed his hand in his, and the alpha helped him out of the car with the same calm care he had shown him throughout the day.
"Your house is beautiful," Jungkook commented softly, his eyes wandering over the grand foyer.
Taehyung inclined his head in acknowledgment, neither dismissing the compliment nor elaborating on it. He released the omega's hand and rested his palm lightly against the small of Jungkook's back, guiding him inside with quiet consideration.
Jungkook's attention remained fixed on the interior. The mansion was elegant and modern, every corner seeming carefully designed, and he found himself looking everywhere at once. He was so engrossed in taking everything in that he failed to notice where Taehyung had led him.
Only when the alpha stopped and pushed open a door did Jungkook blink out of his fascination.
His lips parted slightly as his eyes fell upon the bedroom. The room had been decorated for the occasion, soft lighting casting a warm glow over the carefully arranged flowers and candles. Heat instantly crept up his neck and spread across his cheeks as the reality of their wedding night settled over him.
Taehyung noticed the omega's reaction immediately. His gaze lingered on Jungkook's flushed face before he spoke, his usually deep voice softening ever so slightly. "Jungkook-shi, we don't have to do this tonight if you're not ready."
The reassurance eased something inside Jungkook. He looked up at the alpha and offered him a small, shy smile. "But... what if I want to?"
For a brief moment, something flickered in Taehyung's eyes, his gaze growing noticeably heavier. "Then," he said quietly, his thumb brushing once over the back of Jungkook's hand, "allow me to take care of you."
Jungkook's breath hitched. Warmth spread across his face and slowly crept down his neck, his heart beating so loudly that he was sure the alpha could hear it.
"Please," he whispered.
At that, Taehyung lifted one hand to rest gently against the omega's waist while the other came up to cup the side of his face. He gave Jungkook enough time to pull away if he wished, and when the omega remained where he was, Taehyung slowly leaned in and pressed their lips together in a soft kiss.
The kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant.
Jungkook's eyes fluttered shut as Taehyung's hand remained against his cheek, his palm warm and steady. The alpha made no move to deepen the kiss immediately, allowing the omega time to adjust, to pull away if he wished.
He didn't.
Instead, Jungkook's fingers slowly curled around the front of Taehyung's shirt.
The small gesture seemed to do something to the alpha. His gaze softened for the briefest moment before he leaned in again, kissing him once more, a little longer this time.
A quiet breath escaped Jungkook. Taehyung's hand at his waist tightened ever so slightly, keeping him close but never forcing him nearer. He kissed him with surprising patience, unhurried and gentle, yet carrying a warmth that made Jungkook's cheeks burn.
When they finally pulled apart, neither of them moved away. They remained close enough for their breaths to mingle, Jungkook's fingers still clutching Taehyung's shirt.
The omega looked up, his face flushed and his lips parted slightly.
For the first time that night, Taehyung looked almost affected. His eyes remained fixed on Jungkook, dark and unreadable, though his thumb lightly brushed against the omega's cheek. "Are you alright?" he asked quietly.
Jungkook swallowed, suddenly feeling shy under that steady gaze, before giving a tiny nod.
A faint pause followed.
Then, almost cautiously, Jungkook leaned forward first.
The action caught Taehyung by surprise for a fraction of a second.
After that, one of the alpha's hands rose to the back of Jungkook's head, holding him gently as he returned the kiss, slow and deliberate, as though he intended to make the omega feel cherished rather than overwhelmed.
Taehyung’s hand, which had been firmly gripping Jungkook's waist, slid further across his skin, pulling the omega flush against his hard chest. The alpha pulled back just an inch, shifting his other hand to cup Jungkook’s cheek, his thumb grazing the soft skin. Taehyung’s gaze dropped to Jungkook’s mouth, his thumb sliding over the omega's lower lip, tugging it down slightly. He leaned in, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. "May I?"
Jungkook’s heart hammered against his ribs, warmed by the tenderness of the request. He knew exactly what the alpha wanted, and he wanted it even more. "You may," he breathed.
Taehyung didn't waste another second. His thumb pushed Jungkook’s lower lip down, forcing his mouth open just enough to allow the alpha to dive in. Taehyung leaned forward, sliding his tongue deep into Jungkook’s mouth in a slow, possessive stroke. The moment their tongues met, a soft, needy sound escaped the omega.
"Mmmh..." Jungkook moaned, the sensation of the alpha's muscular tongue swirling against his own sending shivers down his spine. He craved more—more of Taehyung's taste, more of his scent. He reached up, cupping Taehyung’s face firmly and pulling him closer, pushing his tongue aggressively against the alpha's in a desperate bid for dominance.
Taehyung let the omega struggle for a moment, enjoying the feisty resistance, before he suddenly surged forward. He overpowered Jungkook's tongue, claiming the space with raw alpha dominance and exploring every wet, hot cavern of the omega's mouth. Their heads tilted in unison, shifting angles to deepen the kiss, devouring each other with a hunger that had been building for hours.
The more they kissed, the more addicted Taehyung became. He wanted every inch of his husband. He released Jungkook’s face, his thick arms wrapping around the omega's slim waist. With a sudden, powerful heave, he lifted Jungkook off his feet. The sudden movement elicited another delicious, high-pitched gasp from the omega.
Jungkook instinctively locked his slender arms around Taehyung’s broad shoulders, clinging to him. For a brief moment, he realized he was now the taller one, and he took full advantage of the height difference, raining aggressive, wet kisses down on Taehyung’s lips, tasting him greedily. He felt the alpha begin to move, carrying him toward the decorated bed.
Taehyung lowered him onto the sheets with surprising gentleness, treating Jungkook as if he were a piece of priceless porcelain. However, the tenderness didn't last long as Taehyung immediately hovered over him, his muscular frame casting a shadow over the slender figure beneath him.
They broke apart only because they were both gasping for air, their lips still brushing, their eyes locked in a gaze of pure, unadulterated lust. They didn't stay apart for long; within seconds, they were crashing back together, their mouths colliding with renewed passion.
Taehyung let his full weight sink into Jungkook, pressing his hard body firmly against the omega's soft curves. Jungkook responded by tightening his grip on Taehyung's shoulders, pulling him down with a desperate strength, making it clear that he wanted to feel every single inch of his alpha pressed against him.
Jungkook was beginning to lose his breath, the intensity of the kiss leaving him lightheaded. Though he hated to break the connection, he had no choice; he gently tapped Taehyung’s shoulder, a silent plea for air. The alpha complied, pulling back just enough, but he didn't move far. Instead, he shifted his focus, pressing his lips softly against the sensitive line of Jungkook's jaw.
Taehyung nipped at the skin, catching it between his teeth in a tug before sucking the flesh into his mouth. He trailed a path of wet, open-mouthed kisses down the column of Jungkook's milky neck and tatted shoulder, intentionally leaving dark, blooming bruises in his wake. While his mouth claimed Jungkook's skin, his large hands were restless, roaming over the omega's slim waist and squeezing the soft curve of his hips.
"Ah!" Jungkook gasped as Taehyung’s lips finally collided with his scent glands.
Usually, Jungkook was a master of controlling his pheromones, keeping them tucked away. But the moment the alpha’s hot tongue swirled directly over the gland, his control snapped. A flood of sweet, potent pheromones exploded from him, filling the room and making Taehyung instantly, embarrassingly aware of just how aroused the omega truly was.
Jungkook felt his face ignite in a flush of heat when Taehyung paused. The alpha pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto Jungkook’s eyes, reading the raw desire written there. They stared at each other for a heartbeat, the air thick with tension, before Taehyung leaned down again and sucked hard on the scent gland, a deep, rhythmic pull that made Jungkook arch his back off the bed, a loud, needy moan ripping from his throat. "A-alpha..."
Taehyung hummed against the skin, inhaling the intoxicating scent of cotton and white musk. He felt himself becoming addicted, the aroma acting like a drug that clouded his mind with lust. Finally, he pulled away completely, sitting up straight between the omega's spread thighs.
Jungkook was a mess beneath him—breathing heavily, his chest heaving, his cheeks, neck, and ears stained a deep crimson. His eyes were hazy with lust as he looked up at the alpha framing his legs. "Alpha?" he whimpered, tugging weakly at Taehyung's sleeve. He craved the weight of the man back on top of him; the scent of pine and snow clinging to Taehyung was the perfect catalyst for his arousal.
Their eyes locked, and Taehyung reached out, slightly tugging at the hem of Jungkook's white shirt. It was a silent question, one that Jungkook understood instantly. Shaking slightly, the omega sat up and began to untuck the fabric. Taehyung’s fingers gripped the hem, and with one fluid motion, he pulled the shirt over Jungkook's head and tossed it aside.
Jungkook didn't try to cover himself, though he looked away, suddenly shy under the intensity of Taehyung's gaze. The alpha swallowed hard, his throat tight. He didn't want to seem like a predator, but he lacked the willpower to look away from the gorgeous body laid bare before him.
Jungkook was breathtaking. He wore a delicate, lacy bralette that covered his breasts up. Taehyung’s eyes devoured every detail: the intricate tattoos winding down the omega's slender arms, and then the swell of his chest, and the—Taehyung took a sharp, deep breath as his gaze dropped to Jungkook's bare belly. A shimmering piercing glinted in his navel, and a delicate waist chain rested just above it, hugging the dip of his stomach. Taehyung made a mental note that the omega loved jewelry.
Jungkook felt the burning heat of that gaze. Though his heart was racing, he managed to look back at Taehyung, finding the alpha looking at him.
"Do you still want to continue?" Taehyung asked softly, reaching up to gently remove the hair clips from Jungkook's raven hair.
"Do you... not want to?" Jungkook asked unsurely, his voice small. He never wanted to force the alpha, even in their passion.
"To me, what you want is what I want, Jungkook," Taehyung replied with absolute certainty, placing the clips on the side table.
"But..." Jungkook bit his lip, his eyes shimmering. "...I want to know what alpha wants."
"Jungkoo—"
"Please...tell me," Jungkook pleaded softly, his voice trembling. "Do you want me?"
Taehyung stared into those wide, doe eyes, and he didn't have to think for a single second. "More than anything."
A beautiful, relieved smile spread across Jungkook's swollen lips. "Me too," the omega whispered. He reached out, taking Taehyung's large hand and guiding it firmly to the waistband of his pants, before leaning forward to pull the alpha back into a deep, desperate kiss.
Taehyung understood the silent command perfectly. As he crashed his lips back onto Jungkook’s in a passionate, hungry kiss, his hand slid down to the waistband of the omega's trousers. His fingers found the zipper, the sharp metallic sound echoing in the quiet room as he slid it down. Jungkook cooperated eagerly, arching his hips upward to help Taehyung slide the black pants down his legs and toss them carelessly to the floor.
Taehyung pulled away again, his breathing ragged, as he took a moment to simply devour the sight of the omega's lower body.
Jungkook was wearing matching white lacy panties, the delicate fabric straining against his arousal. His cock was painfully hard, trapped uncomfortably within the lace, and the front of the fabric was already translucent, soaked through with a heavy amount of precum. The slick had leaked past the lace, coating the insides of his thighs in a glistening, wet sheen that caught the light.
Taehyung’s fingers hooked into the edge of the white lace, tugging slightly. The small friction against his sensitive head was enough to make Jungkook let out a high, melodic whimper that vibrated through the air.
"Please..." Jungkook pleaded, his voice a broken whisper.
That was all the permission Taehyung needed. He gripped the lace and ripped the panties away, sliding them off Jungkook's ankles. The moment the fabric was gone, it was as if a dam had burst; Jungkook’s raw arousal and the concentrated scent of his heat exploded into the room, thick and cloying.
Jungkook lay there completely bare from the waist down, the white bralette still hugging his chest. Despite his desperation, a wave of shyness washed over him. He instinctively tried to close his legs, but he couldn't—Taehyung was firmly planted between his thighs, a physical barrier of muscle and heat.
Taehyung felt a surge of primal hunger that made him feel almost predatory, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the omega's cock. He was in awe; even the omega's member was beautiful, pink and pulsing. To his surprise, Jungkook was wearing a delicate lacy bow tied around the crown of his cock, making him look like a meticulously wrapped gift waiting to be opened. Taehyung inhaled deeply to try and compose himself, but it was a mistake—the scent of cotton and white musk hit him like a physical blow, sending his libido skyrocketing.
Taehyung had always prided himself on his composure and his respect for Jungkook, but the mask was slipping. His voice dropped an octave, turning rough and gravelly. "Jungkook, stop me right now if you want to..."
Jungkook opened his mouth to protest, to tell that he wanted the alpha this very second, but he froze when Taehyung continued.
"...because if you don't, I don't think I can stop once I begin. I know I can't."
Seeing the alpha like this—hair disheveled, eyes dangerously dark with lust, and his pine and snow scent bleeding into the room with aggressive intensity—sent a jolt of electricity straight to Jungkook's core. He felt himself get even wetter, his hole pulsing in anticipation.
He knew exactly how to answer. Moving with a sudden burst of confidence, Jungkook pushed himself up onto his knees. Taehyung watched him with predatory intensity, his gaze locked on the omega's eyes as Jungkook reached out. He gripped Taehyung's blazer, tugging it off his shoulders and tossing it aside. His fingers worked quickly, loosening the tie and unbuttoning the alpha's white shirt, popping the buttons open to reveal the hard planes of Taehyung's chest.
Once the shirt was gone, Jungkook reached down and gripped the zipper of Taehyung's pants. He pulled it down slowly, the metal teeth parting to reveal the massive, throbbing erection straining against the fabric.
Jungkook leaned forward, his lips brushing against Taehyung's in a ghost of a kiss, and whispered, "Then please don't stop... alpha."
Without another word, Jungkook lied back onto the bed, spreading his legs wide and presenting himself to the alpha.
Taehyung’s eyes darkened to a near-black. The last shred of his control dissolved. He got off from the bed, his movements efficient and urgent, and stripped off his pants and boxers in one fluid motion.
Jungkook gulped, his throat dry as he beheld the alpha's naked form. Taehyung was a masterpiece of muscle and power. Jungkook's eyes traveled down the sharp, defined V-line of his hips to the heavy, thick cock that stood proud against his stomach, leaking its own beads of pre-cum. The sight of those powerful thighs made Jungkook's mind spiral into filthy fantasies of being pinned down and claimed.
He didn't have time to dwell on the thoughts before he felt Taehyung's large hands grip his knees, pushing his legs even further apart. The alpha settled back between them, his heavy heat radiating against Jungkook's sensitive skin, the scent of pine and snow now completely overwhelming the room.
Taehyung leaned forward, his massive frame hovering over Jungkook, casting a shadow of dominance and protection. Despite the hunger burning in his gut, he softened his gaze, his eyes turning tender as he looked down at his husband. He whispered against Jungkook's skin, his voice a low, soothing rumble, "I will prepare you right now. Any discomfort, or pain, you tell me. I'll stop. I will not feel bad, I just want you to feel good and relax, alright?"
Jungkook felt the tension bleed out of his muscles at the gentle tone. The alpha’s care was a sanctuary, and he nodded softly, his eyes wide and trusting.
"Words," Taehyung prompted, needing to hear the confirmation.
"Yes," Jungkook breathed.
Taehyung captured his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It was a strategic move—a way to distract the omega from the impending intrusion and a way to satisfy his own craving for Jungkook's taste. As the kiss deepened, Taehyung felt a gentle push against his shoulder. He pulled away immediately, his instincts always tuned to Jungkook's boundaries. He found the omega biting his lower lip nervously, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.
"Could I um... touch your hair?" Jungkook asked shyly, his voice barely a whisper.
Taehyung’s lips twitched into a small, amused smile. "Of course you can, Jungkook. Why ask?"
"Because I personally don't like it when people touch mine, so just in case you didn't like it too..." Jungkook explained, though his hands were already sliding up Taehyung's broad, warm shoulders.
"Oh, you don't like it? I will keep that in mind," Taehyung nodded, but he felt a surge of heat rush through his veins as Jungkook's slender fingers reached the nape of his neck.
Jungkook immediately shook his head, his fingers unconsciously tugging at the dark locks at the back of the alpha's head. "No no no, you can. You definitely can. No one else."
A dangerous, possessive thrill settled in Taehyung's chest. The idea that he held a monopoly over Jungkook's most private boundaries—that he was the only one allowed to touch, to claim, to possess—sent a jolt of primal satisfaction through him.
"Because I am your husband?" Taehyung teased, trying to lighten the heavy, territorial feeling tightening in his chest.
Jungkook offered a shy, breathtaking smile. "Because I want you to," he murmured, his fingers sliding deep into the black locks, massaging the alpha's scalp.
Taehyung let out a low hum of approval, a vibration that seemed to echo through the bed and straight into Jungkook's core. As a male omega, Jungkook possessed a unique anatomy; beneath his cock and anus lay his omega canal, a hidden, plush passage leading to his uterus. Since the moment Taehyung had first pressed his lips to his, that canal had been working overtime, pumping out thick, translucent slick that coated his perineum and leaked down his thighs.
The alpha leaned down again, capturing Jungkook's lips in a kiss that was no longer soft, but hungry and demanding. His hand began a slow, torturous journey across the omega's body. He traced the soft swell of Jungkook's breasts, his thumb brushing over the sensitive nipples that were already hard and peaking through the white bralette. He slid down the ribcage, feeling the omega's heart hammering against his chest, then trailed over the cold metal of the waist chain and the glint of the belly piercing.
Finally, Taehyung's fingers arrived at the center of Jungkook's heat. He wrapped his hand around the omega's pulsing cock, his palm sliding over the slick, pre-cum soaked skin. He felt the lacy bow tied around the crown, and with a slow, deliberate squeeze, he caused Jungkook to arch his back, a loud, needy moan escaping his throat, and getting swallowed by Taehyung.
Taehyung pulled back, because he realised the omega wasn't breathing properly through the nose, so he had to stop kissing, but not stop his hands from taking further steps. While his hand continued to stroke the cock, his other hand slid further down, his fingers brushing past the balls to find the soaking wet opening of the omega canal.
The moment his fingertip touched the drenched, swollen folds of the entrance, Jungkook let out a sharp gasp, his thighs trembling violently, "Alpha!"
Taehyung’s gaze darkened, the tenderness in his eyes now warring with a primal, predatory hunger. He shifted his weight, pinning Jungkook more firmly against the mattress, his large body a warm, heavy weight that made the omega feel small and completely claimed.
"I'm going to open you up, Jungkook," Taehyung murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. "Just breathe for me."
Taehyung began to work with a calculated rhythm. One hand remained wrapped around Jungkook's cock, his palm sliding firmly up and down the shaft. He took care to stroke around the lacy bow, the friction of the fabric against the sensitive head of the cock sending sparks of electricity through Jungkook's spine.
Simultaneously, Taehyung’s thumb dipped down, kneading and massaging Jungkook's heavy, aching balls, squeezing them gently in a way that made the omega's hips jerk upward instinctively. "Mmm...feels good."
"Yeah?" Taheyung asked, while his hand kept Jungkook on the edge of a cliff, his other hand returned to the drenched entrance of the omega canal. He didn't rush. He pressed the tip of his middle finger against the swollen, slick folds, circling the opening to coax more lubricant from the walls. With a slow, steady push, he slid the first finger inside.
"Aah!", Jungkook let out a high-pitched keen, his fingers tightening in Taehyung's hair. The feeling of being filled, even by a single finger, was overwhelming. The canal was tight, gripping the finger with desperate, pulsing contractions.
"So tight," Taehyung murmured, his breath hot against Jungkook's ear.
Taehyung didn't stop there. He added a second finger, stretching the plush walls of the canal. He began to move them in a slow, curling motion, searching for the sweet spot. As he pushed deeper, his fingers brushed against the sensitive G-spot of the omega canal.
The sound was immediate and visceral, a loud, wet squelch as the fingers displaced the thick, overflowing slick. The noise echoed in the quiet room, a graphic reminder of how ready Jungkook was. The sensation hit Jungkook like a lightning bolt; his eyes rolled back, and a loud, unrestrained moan ripped from his throat, his entire body shuddering.
"Ah! Alpha!" Jungkook cried out, his voice breaking.
Seeing the sheer pleasure on Jungkook's face triggered something dangerous in the alpha. A glint of possessive intensity flashed in Taehyung's eyes. The gentleness remained, but it was now laced with a rough, demanding edge. He didn't pull back; instead, he slid a third finger inside, stretching Jungkook to his limit.
The pace shifted instantly. Taehyung stopped the slow exploration and began to ram his fingers deep and fast against that sensitive spot. Squelch. Slap. Squelch. The sound of flesh hitting flesh and the churning of slick filled the air. Taehyung was relentless, his fingers hammering into the omega's core with a rhythmic, punishing precision.
Jungkook was losing his mind. He was caught between the rough friction in his canal and the steady, firm stroking of his cock. He sobbed, his head tossing from side to side on the pillow, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. Despite the intensity, he obeyed every movement, arching his back to give Taehyung better access, his body singing with a mixture of pleasure and submission.
"Please... Taehyung-shi..." Jungkook whimpered, his voice trembling. He looked up at the alpha with wide, pleading eyes, his face flushed a deep crimson. "Can I... can I come? Please let me come..."
Taehyung paused for a heartbeat, his fingers still buried deep inside the pulsing canal, feeling the omega's internal muscles clamping down on him in a frantic rhythm.
"Go ahead, Jungkook," Taehyung whispered, his voice a velvet command. "Come. Let it all out."
The permission was the final trigger. With a loud, guttural scream, Jungkook's body stiffened. His cock pulsed violently, spraying thick ropes of cum across his own stomach and the bedsheets, the lacy bow becoming soaked in the white fluid. At the same moment, his omega canal clamped down hard on Taehyung's fingers, milking them with powerful, rhythmic spasms as he crashed into a shattering orgasm.
Jungkook collapsed back into the pillows, chest heaving, his eyes glazed over in a state of pure, blissful exhaustion, while Taehyung watched him with a look of absolute, unwavering attention.
Taehyung remained still for a moment, his fingers still buried in Jungkook’s twitching heat, watching the aftershocks of the orgasm ripple through the omega’s lean body. His own cock was throbbing, a heavy, aching weight that demanded release, but he forced himself to be patient. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to Jungkook’s cheek.
"You okay to continue, Jungkook?" Taehyung whispered, his voice thick with restraint. "I don't want to push you if you're too spent."
Jungkook, his eyes still glazed and his breath coming in shallow hitches, looked up at his husband. A deep flush stained his cheeks, and he shyly nodded, his voice a mere whimper. "I... I want you. Please... I want you inside me."
That was all the invitation Taehyung needed, "Alright, tell me if it hurts."
He shifted, positioning the weeping head of his cock against the drenched opening of the omega canal. With a slow, deliberate push, he began to sink into the tight, pulsing walls.
A guttural groan escaped Taehyung's throat as the heat of Jungkook's interior clamped around him.
"Nnngh..." Jungkook let out a long, shaky moan, his hips instinctively tilting upward to take more of the alpha. The feeling of being filled completely, of the thick shaft stretching him open, was an overwhelming rush of pleasure. Taehyung moved with agonizing slowness, trying to maintain his composure, his muscles coiled tight as he fought the urge to simply ram himself home. He was being careful, mindful of Jungkook's sensitivity, sliding in and out in shallow, teasing strokes.
In the height of the sensation, Jungkook’s mind went hazy. He gripped Taehyung’s shoulders, his nails digging into the muscular skin, and gasped out, "Taehyung... ah, Taehyung, it feels so good!"
The omission of the honorific—the sudden, raw use of his name—snapped the last thread of Taehyung's control. The alpha's eyes darkened, the predatory glint returning with a vengeance. The gentleness vanished, replaced by a primal need to claim.
"I'm sorry," Taehyung barely let out and without warning, he lunged forward, burying his entire length in one powerful, devastating thrust that bottomed out deep inside the omega.
"Hhnghh," Jungkook screamed, his back arching off the bed as the impact rattled his entire frame.
Taehyung didn't give him a second to recover. He began to fuck Jungkook with a relentless, punishing intensity. He hammered into the hole, his hips slapping against Jungkook's butt with loud, wet thuds. Each thrust was calculated to hit the G-spot with bruising force.
Squelch. Slap. Squelch.
"Ah! Ahhh! Taehyung! no, don't stop! S-so good...ngh...so so good." Jungkook wailed, his eyes rolling back into his head. The friction was intense, the pleasure so sharp it felt like pain. Every time Taehyung's cock slammed into that sensitive internal knot of nerves, Jungkook’s vision blurred, his voice breaking into high-pitched, desperate moans.
Taehyung was relentless, his movements becoming a blur of raw power. He gripped Jungkook's thighs, pinning them back toward his chest to get an even deeper angle, driving himself into the omega's core until there was no space left between them. The sheer force of the friction brought Jungkook to the brink again almost instantly. With one final, deep plunge that hit the spot perfectly, Jungkook’s body stiffened, and he came for the second time, his cum spraying across their tangled stomachs in frantic bursts.
As Jungkook peaked, Taehyung let out a groaned, his own climax hitting him like a tidal wave. He thrust one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and felt the base of his cock begin to swell.
The knot expanded inside the omega canal, locking them together in a biological bond. Jungkook let out a strangled cry, his body trembling violently as the swelling mass stretched his walls to their absolute limit. He felt completely plugged, filled to bursting by the alpha's seed and the massive knot. They stayed like that for a long time, both panting, their hearts drumming against each other's chests in a synchronized rhythm.
After several minutes, as the initial intensity faded but the knot remained firm, Taehyung shifted. With a sudden, dominant movement, he manhandled Jungkook, flipping him over and hoisting him up to straddle his hips.
As Jungkook was shifted, the knot inside him nudged his sweet spot with a delicious, heavy pressure. The sudden stimulation caused a small, involuntary squirt of cum to leak from Jungkook's cock, a soft whimper escaping his lips.
He blinked, confused and dazed, wondering why he was now sitting atop the alpha while still locked together. But his confusion vanished when Taehyung looked up at him with a gaze that was suddenly soft and respectful.
"Jungkook," Taehyung murmured, his hands sliding up to the hook of the bralette. "Can I?"
Jungkook looked down and gasped, finally realizing that throughout the entire frantic session, his lacy bralette was still on. He flushed a deep crimson, but nodded anyways.
Did the alpha intentionally left it on to save that specific pleasure for later?
Taehyung could feel the slight tremors in Jungkook’s thighs, the omega’s body still reacting to the overwhelming fullness of the knot. He knew the sensation could be intense, almost bordering on a heavy ache as the alpha's seed settled deep within, and he wanted to shift Jungkook's focus entirely. He wanted to drown out the pressure in the omega's canal with a different, sweeter kind of pleasure.
With a gaze full of hunger and attention, Taehyung reached behind Jungkook’s back. His fingers, still slightly shaking from his own release, found the clasp of the lacy bralette. With a deft flick of his wrist, he unhooked it.
As the fabric loosened and slid away, Taehyung paused. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he laid eyes on Jungkook’s bare breasts for the first time. They were pale, soft, and perfectly formed, the nipples already peaked and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. The sight was so breathtakingly intimate that Taehyung felt a fresh surge of protectiveness and lust wash over him.
Jungkook flushed a deep, vivid crimson, his breath hitching. He felt exposed, the cool air of the room hitting his skin, but he didn't try to cover himself. Instead, he remained open, his chest heaving with shallow breaths, offering himself completely to his husband.
Taehyung didn't make him wait. He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin before his tongue flicked out to taste the peak of one nipple. He began to feast on the omega with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the raw power of their fucking. He licked in slow, swirling circles around the dark areola, his tongue teasing the edges before he took the entire bud into his mouth.
"Nnngh... Taehyung..." Jungkook whimpered, his head falling back.
Taehyung sucked deeply, creating a vacuum that drew the nipple further into his mouth, while his other hand reached up to the opposite breast. He didn't just touch it; he gently tugged on the peak, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger in a rhythmic, teasing motion. The dual stimulation was electric.
As Taehyung alternated between sweet licks and sharp, playful nips on the areola, Jungkook began to lose his balance. The pleasure was so intense it felt like a physical force, causing the omega to instinctively push his chest forward, craving more, only to pull away with a gasp when the sensation became too sharp.
Seeing the omega struggle with the intensity, Taehyung wrapped his free arm tightly around Jungkook’s slim waist, anchoring him firmly against his torso. He held him close, his grip strong yet grounding, ensuring that Jungkook couldn't drift too far even as he writhed in pleasure.
Every time Taehyung’s tongue swirled or his teeth grazed a sensitive spot, he felt a corresponding reaction below. The omega canal, still stretched around the shrinking knot, began to clench and unclench in rhythmic, desperate pulses. It was as if Jungkook's body was trying to milk every last drop of the alpha's essence in response to the stimulation of his breasts.
Taehyung let out a low, vibrating hum against Jungkook's skin, the sound rumbling through his chest and into the omega's body. He hummed every time he felt those tight, milking contractions, a sound of pure satisfaction and pride. He loved how connected they were—how a touch to the chest could make the omega's hole squeeze him so tightly.
The alpha shifted his focus, his tongue leaving the first peaked nipple glistening and swollen. He moved with a slow, agonizing deliberation, trailing wet, hot kisses across the center of Jungkook’s chest, leaving a path of shimmering saliva on the pale skin. He could feel the omega’s heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the desperate pulsing of the canal still gripping the knot.
When he finally reached the other breast, Taehyung didn't rush. He circled the areola with the tip of his tongue, teasing the sensitive edges until Jungkook was arching his back, a broken sob escaping his lips. Then, with a sudden, possessive hunger, Taehyung clamped his mouth over the nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth.
"Ah! Nnngh... Tae... Taehyung!" Jungkook cried out, his fingers digging painfully into the alpha's scalp.
Taehyung groaned into the soft flesh, his suction becoming more intense, more demanding. He then unconsciously began to flick his tongue rapidly against the tip, alternating between deep, rhythmic sucks and sharp, playful bites that made Jungkook’s toes curl. While he feasted on one side, his arm remained firmly anchored on Jungkook's slim waist, pulling the omega’s hips flush against his own, ensuring that every shudder of pleasure was felt by both of them.
The stimulation was overwhelming. Between the lingering fullness of the knot inside him and the electric fire Taehyung was igniting in his chest, Jungkook’s senses began to blur. He felt as if he were floating, the world narrowing down to the feeling of Taehyung’s hot mouth and the heavy, comforting weight of the alpha's body beneath him.
Jungkook’s breaths became shallow, coming in short, jagged gasps. The sheer intensity of the pleasure, combined with the physical exhaustion of two orgasms and the heavy hormonal haze of the knotting, finally began to take its toll. His movements slowed, his grip on Taehyung’s hair loosening as his eyelids grew heavy.
The world turned into a soft, warm blur of gold and scent—the heady aroma of alpha pheromones wrapping around him like a protective blanket. Jungkook felt a final, lingering pulse of pleasure ripple through his core, and as Taehyung gave one last, tender lick to the nipple, the omega’s strength completely vanished.
With a soft, contented sigh, Jungkook’s head lolled front, his body going limp. He slipped into a deep, pleasure-induced unconsciousness, passing out completely in Taehyung’s strong, protective arms.
Taehyung caught him instantly, his muscular arms wrapping around the omega’s fragile frame to keep him from sliding. He held Jungkook close to his chest, looking down at the flushed, sleeping face of his husband with a gaze of pure, unadulterated attention. He pressed a lingering, sweet kiss to Jungkook’s forehead, holding him tight as they remained locked together, the knot slowly receding in the quiet, scent-filled room.
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When the hour had finally passed and the knot had gone down, Taehyung slowly withdrew, his movements careful and unhurried. He remained there for a moment, making sure Jungkook was settled before gently guiding him onto the bed. With one hand supporting the omega's back, he pulled the thick comforter from beneath him and spread it over him properly, tucking it around his shoulders so no part of him was left exposed.
Without saying much, Taehyung rose from the bed and walked toward his walk-in closet. A few moments later, he returned with a black sweatshirt, a pair of grey sweatpants, and a fresh pair of boxers before disappearing into the bathroom.
After his shower, he came back with a damp towel draped over one arm and a clean sweatshirt and snug boxer for Jungkook in the other. He had left the sweatpants behind, having already noticed that they would hang far too loosely on the omega's slender frame.
He gently pulled the comforter away and began cleaning Jungkook up with the damp towel. He carefully wiped away the light makeup still lingering on the omega's face, the sheen of sweat on his skin, and the evidence of their intimacy left behind. His movements remained slow and methodical, pausing occasionally to make sure he wasn't disturbing the sleeping omega.
Once he was satisfied that Jungkook was clean and comfortable, he helped him into a fresh pair of boxers. He did not bother with the bralette from earlier. It was most likely damp with sweat by now, and the delicate lace hardly looked suitable for sleeping. Instead, he slipped the oversized sweatshirt over Jungkook's head, the hem falling to the middle of his thighs.
As he adjusted the blanket again, his fingers accidentally brushed against Jungkook's feet. They were cold despite having been tucked beneath the thick comforter the entire time.
Without a word, Taehyung rose from the bed and returned to his walk-in closet. A few moments later, he came back with a pair of socks and carefully pulled them onto the omega's feet. He briefly checked his legs and thighs afterward and was relieved to find the rest of his skin warm.
He increased the temperature of the heater before tucking Jungkook securely beneath the comforter once more. Only then did he climb into bed himself.
He kept a respectful distance between them and turned his head slightly to look at the omega. In sleep, Jungkook looked peaceful, his features relaxed and every bit as beautiful as before.
For a long moment, Taehyung simply watched him.
He still found it difficult to believe that this beautiful person was now his husband.
His omega.