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Thick sheets of rain veiled the crumbling rooftops and flooded the alleyways behind shuttered businesses...one of which was the old Honeybee Bakery. Once a warm neighborhood staple, it had long since gone cold. Its front door was bolted shut, windows dusted with grime and graffiti, and the smell of yeast and sugar had faded into the scent of damp wood, rusted metal, and mold. The world had moved on, forgotten it. But the building wasn’t entirely empty.

In the back room...tucked between flour sacks, rusted ovens, and a stack of mold-spotted recipe books...curled an omega.

Jimin pressed his back to the cold, peeling wall, arms around his knees, chin tucked low to avoid the moonlight slipping through the cracked glass. He barely breathed, not because of fear in that moment, but because he’d learned to move like a ghost...soundless, scentless, invisible. Every night, he waited until the city’s pulse slowed to a whisper before he slipped out to scavenge. Discarded sandwiches behind delis. Expired cans from bins no one checked. Water from the rusted sink in the gas station bathrooms. Quiet. Careful. Unseen.

He couldn’t afford to be seen...not again. The yellowing faded bruises on his ribs were a painful reminder of what had happened the last time he had been seen.

After the shelter closed down, and the temp work dried up, he’d had nowhere else to go. Too many people in the city already knew what an unmated, unprotected omega looked like. Too many hands had grabbed. Too many mouths had whispered promises he didn’t want to hear. The last time he'd been offered safety had ended with bruises and a hand over his mouth while the world turned red behind his eyes. He’d gotten out. Somehow.

That had been almost a month ago...then Jimin had ended up here.

He hadn’t even realized it was empty at first, not until he’d risked prying open the old back door and found nothing but dust and cold silence. It smelled like time had stopped. Like no one had touched it in years. There were broken things everywhere...shattered plates, a splintered chair, the bones of what had once been a register counter. But it was dry. And it had locks. And no one came anymore.

So he stayed.

His heat was due in a week. He could feel it coming on like a slow-creeping storm...low in his belly, mean and tight behind his navel, curling under his skin. That scared him more than anything. No suppressants. No bondmark. No one to scent or shield him. No place to hide when his scent would pour through the walls and into the street.

He swallowed hard. Thought about the pills he’d crushed into powder two days ago, hoping they’d keep the worst of it at bay.

He didn’t know how long he sat like that...stomach hollow, blankets damp with the cold...before the sound of the door creaking open made him go still as death.

Someone stumbled in.

Not quietly...heavy boots scuffed over cracked tiles. Staggering footsteps. Harsh breathing. A low, bitten-off curse. Then a loud thud as something hit the wall, followed by a ragged groan.

Jimin shrank deeper into the shadows, heart stuttering painfully in his chest. Panic bloomed behind his eyes. Had someone found him? The landlord? A stray gang member? Someone who’d smell what he was, and take what they wanted?

At then he smelled it...sandalwood and a hint of spice...it made his omega stand up in attention...

Next was...

Blood.

Sharp. Coppery. Fresh. And lots of it.

Lightning flashed beyond the windows, a crack of white-blue that lit up the room for a split second. Long enough for Jimin to see him...he was a massive wolf, tall, soaked, hunched forward. One hand pressed hard to his side, fingers stained red.

Jimin didn’t move. Didn’t even breathe.

But the man’s head turned.

Even through the dark, their eyes met. There was something off about him...like he wasn’t all there, like the pain had gutted him and only instinct was keeping him upright. His stare didn’t pierce like a threat. It burned. Wild and desperate.

Even bleeding, half-conscious, he looked dangerous.

Alpha.

Every survival instinct Jimin had screamed: run. Get out. Escape. But something about the alpha’s eyes stopped him.

He didn’t look predatory.

He looked…lost.

Then the man collapsed. First to his knees. Then sideways, a dead weight thudding against the floor.

Jimin didn’t know why he moved. Only that he did. Crawling forward, knees scraping the floor, trembling from head to toe as he reached the alpha’s side.

There was a hole in his side...just under the ribs. The jacket he wore had been shredded by the bullet, and warm blood soaked the layers beneath. He smelled like rain and metal. Gunpowder and smoke. Power and fear and something else...something deep and dark and barely tethered.

“You’re going to die,” Jimin whispered, voice dry and cracked from disuse.

The alpha coughed. A weak, almost amused sound. "Not tonight."

That was the first time Jimin heard him speak.

He didn’t know this man’s name. Didn’t know he was about to save Jeon Jungkook...the city’s most powerful, feared, and untouchable alpha. The mafia don who ruled the underground like a shadow king.

All Jimin saw was a wounded stranger.

And with his heart in his throat, breath shaking, he started tearing strips from his own blanket. He pressed them to the alpha’s wound, teeth clenched, hands slick with blood.

He didn’t yet know that that single, irrational choice would change everything.

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Jimin’s fingers slipped, wet with blood. The alpha’s jacket was soaked through, black fabric nearly indistinguishable from the crimson pooling beneath it. Even as he peeled the layers back...jacket, shirt, a shredded undershirt clinging to sticky flesh...the sight beneath stole the air from his lungs.

The bullet was still inside. Clean entry, but deep. His hands shook as he hovered over it, gut tight with panic.

He was going to die.

And Jimin didn’t know how to stop it.

His whole body was trembling as he dragged the heavy frame of the alpha toward the pile of blankets he used as a bed. The man groaned, head rolling to the side, jaw clenched tight even in unconsciousness. His scent, despite the blood, curled thick in the air...stormy and spiced, sharp like a freshly unsheathed blade. Alpha. Dangerous.

What are you doing, Jimin?

You should run.

You should leave him.

But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Instead, he gathered what little he had. A bent sewing needle and coarse thread he’d used to patch his coat. A chipped spoon he used to stir thin soup. Rusted scissors that tugged more than they cut. A nearly empty bottle of rubbing alcohol...one of the only things he’d ever stolen outright, sprinting down a pharmacy aisle before vanishing between buildings, heart pounding, lungs burning.

He found an old bread pan from the bakery's ruined kitchen and built a small fire inside it, shielding the flame with one hand to keep it from going out. The storm howled outside, shaking the windows like a beast trying to claw its way in. Inside, everything was still.

Except for Jimin’s heartbeat.

He boiled what he could. Watched the flames dance beneath twisted metal. Every moment was a war against time.

The alpha’s breaths were ragged. Short. Shallow. Too shallow.

“Don’t die,” Jimin whispered, though he wasn’t sure why. “You don’t get to do that. Not here. Not now.”

He didn’t know who this man was. Only that he was strong enough to survive whatever had put that hole in his side...and foolish enough to stumble into his sanctuary to die.

Except Jimin wouldn’t let him.

He poured alcohol over the wound and the man jerked. Not awake, not fully...but enough to groan, deep and low in his throat. Jimin flinched. He froze for a full beat, waiting for teeth or fists or worse.

But none came.

The alpha’s head lolled to the side. Still unconscious.

So Jimin pressed a piece of cloth between his teeth, rolled up his sleeves, and started digging.

The blood was warm. Slippery. It coated his fingers as he guided the spoon into torn muscle, blinking past tears as he fished blindly. He couldn’t do this. He shouldn’t be able to do this.

But he had to.

He’d done worse. For less.

It felt like hours before he found the bullet. When it clinked against the spoon, Jimin sobbed aloud, eyes squeezed shut in exhausted relief. He dropped it into a rusted tin and tried not to look at the blood that followed.

Then came the stitching.

Each jagged suture pulled the edges of the wound closed. He stitched like his mother taught him...how to sew flesh, not fabric. How to pull tight enough to close the skin but not tear it. How to breathe through the smell of iron. How not to cry when someone screamed.

His mother’s hands had been steady. Her voice soft. “Always do it like you care, baby. Even if it’s a stranger. You never know what kind of story lives behind the blood.”

Jimin’s hands weren’t steady. His voice didn’t work. But he whispered anyway.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, over and over. “I’m sorry...I’m sorry...”

He was apologizing for more than the stitches.

When it was over, he sat back on his heels, hands soaked and trembling, heart beating too hard against his ribs. The alpha didn’t wake. Just breathed..barely.

Jimin reached for a clean strip of cloth and began to clean the blood from his chest. There wasn’t much of his shirt left after tearing it into bandages, so he used the soft inside of the fabric, warm from his own body, wiping gently at dried blood and mud caked over muscle and scars.

Scars.

So many of them. Old wounds. Knife slashes. Bullet wounds long healed. This wasn’t a man who lived peacefully.

“Why did you come here?” Jimin asked, voice hoarse. “Why now?”

No answer.

He’d made sure this place was forgotten. A relic. The bakery had been abandoned for two years...no electricity, no water, no visitors. It was perfect. Quiet. Forgotten.

Just like him.

Jimin sat down beside the stranger and pulled his knees up to his chest, staring at the wall as the fire in the bread pan crackled low.

His body hurt. His hands were raw. His arms ached from dragging and lifting and sewing...but none of it compared to the ache rising up from his belly.

His heat was coming. He could feel it, cruel and slow, coiling like a serpent just behind his navel. Worse every day.

He hadn’t had suppressants in months.

He wouldn’t survive this heat if he was alone.

Or worse...if he wasn’t.

A quiet, bitter laugh slipped out of him before he could stop it.

Because of course it would be now. The moment he lets down his guard. The moment someone enters his space, touches his world. Now is when his body decides to betray him.

The scent of alpha filled the room like smoke.

Powerful. Heavy. Wounded.

Jimin hated how it made his mouth dry. How his limbs trembled. How his omega instincts, long-buried under fear and starvation, stirred.

No.

No, not again.

Not after...

Jimin’s breath caught.

Since him.

The one who smiled too sweet and spoke too soft. Who found Jimin when he was too hungry to be cautious, too lonely to keep his guard up. An alpha who’d said all the right things, offered a job, food and warmth, safety. Who touched his wrist like it was sacred. 

And then he found out Jimin was untouched 

That changed everything.

Jimin had seen the look in his eyes shift...become something lustful, sharp and possessive. No longer offering food and safety, but claiming. Not out of love. Just the thrill of taking something no one else had touched. Of owning it.

Of owning him.

That night still lived in Jimin’s chest like glass.

The alpha had grabbed him hard enough to bruise. Pulled him into a room that reeked of slick and sweat and rut. Locked the door behind them. Jimin had fought...teeth, nails, panic.

He got away before it could happen.

Barely.

Ran until his lungs bled and his shoes fell apart. Hid like a ghost between dumpsters, behind churches, under rusted stairwells. Until he found the bakery. Until he taught himself to disappear.

He hadn’t let an alpha near him since.

Until here. Until now. Until this stranger bled into his blankets and refused to die.

Jimin curled in on himself, throat thick with things he couldn’t say.

He didn’t know who this man was.

Didn’t know what he wanted.

Didn’t even know if he’d survive the night.

But he’d saved him.

And something deep in Jimin’s chest...quiet, fragile, furious...hoped the alpha would open his eyes.

Just so Jimin could ask him why.

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Elsewhere in the city, chaos reigned.

The Nocturne Syndicate was known for its order. Its discipline. Its reach.

But tonight, none of that mattered.

Yoongi stood in the center of Jungkook’s office like a statue carved from steel and fury, his shoulders squared and still, lips pressed into a bloodless line. The only sign of strain was his fist...the white-knuckled grip around his phone, so tight the plastic casing cracked under the pressure.

He didn’t even seem to notice.

The screen was dark. No signal. No answer.

No Jungkook.

“Still nothing?” Namjoon’s voice was low and tense, tight with frustration he didn’t bother hiding.

Yoongi didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

Namjoon cursed under his breath. “Burner’s off. His personal line too. No GPS. No camera footage. It’s like he vanished.”

“He left with only two guards,” Jin muttered, pacing near the wall of frosted windows. His hands wouldn’t stop moving...fingers twitching with nervous energy, tugging the sleeves of his sweater over and over. “He never leaves with just two guards.”

“And not a single goddamn word to any of us,” Namjoon added, bitter. “Even you, hyung. That’s not like him.”

Yoongi’s jaw ticked.

He knew that better than anyone.

The office reeked of power and fear. It was the heart of their empire...cold marble floors, obsidian-topped desk, glass and iron and leather. But right now, it felt like a tomb.

Yoongi had always hated silence. Especially the kind that dragged on after something went wrong.

Hoseok sat curled up on the office couch, barely breathing. His eyes, usually full of warmth and light, were wide and hollow now...shocked open. Disbelieving. His hand hovered near his own phone, as if willing it to ring.

“He always checks in,” Hoseok whispered. “Even when he’s mad. Even when he wants space. He always tells someone.”

Yoongi moved to him instinctively, dropping into a crouch in front of the couch. He reached out slowly and curled his hand around Hoseok’s. It was shaking.

“I know,” he said, voice rough. “I know, baby.”

Hoseok leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Yoongi’s shoulder, eyes wet. “I’ve got a bad feeling.”

Yoongi kissed his temple. “We’re going to find him.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do,” Yoongi snapped, sharper than he meant to. Hoseok flinched, and Yoongi cursed himself silently, pulling him in tighter. “I do,” he said again, softer now. “Because if I don’t, I’ll lose my mind.”

Across the room, Taehyung paced like a caged wolf. His jaw was clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. He stopped suddenly and slammed his palm against the side table, rattling the crystal decanter and scattering the stack of files beside it.

“Where the fuck are his guards?!”

“Dead,” Jin said quietly. “They have to be. Otherwise they would’ve come back. They would’ve sent word.”

Taehyung ran both hands through his hair, exhaling a snarl. “But there’s no bodies. No car. No bullet casings. Nothing. Like they were swallowed whole.”

“They were ambushed.” Namjoon said it like fact. “They kept it clean. Planned it in advance. This wasn’t random.”

Yoongi stood slowly.

Everyone turned to look at him.

His voice was like a knife honed on grief. “Then we find them. I don’t care if we tear apart every block from the river to the docks, if we burn this entire fucking city to the ground...”

His gaze darkened.

“...we don’t stop until we bring him home.”

The room fell silent.

Not in disbelief.

But in agreement.

Because Jungkook wasn’t just their boss. Wasn’t just their alpha. He was family.

He was the reason they were alive. The reason they had a home, a future, each other.

He was the reason Yoongi could love Hoseok openly and without fear. The reason Namjoon and Jin could get married and have their pup, Min-gi. The reason Taehyung, once a nobody from the wrong side of the tracks, now wore a tailored suit and carried a title that commanded respect.

He was the glue that held them all together.

And the thought of losing him wasn’t just unthinkable.

It was unbearable.

Namjoon rubbed a hand over his mouth. “I’ll start with the old district. Pull surveillance from every alley cam we’ve got. If he ran, maybe he ditched the car.”

Taehyung nodded. “I’ll check hospitals. Backdoor clinics. Bribe who I have to. Someone had to treat him if he’s alive.”

“Jin, stay here,” Yoongi ordered. “If any word comes in, I want you to be the first to verify it’s real. Hoseok, baby, you stay too.”

“I want to help...”

Yoongi looked at him, and Hoseok’s words died in his throat. The underboss stepped forward and brushed his fingers against Hoseok’s cheek.

“You are helping,” he whispered. “By being here when we bring him back.”

He kissed him then, slow and aching.

And then Yoongi turned, slipping on his gloves. When he looked at the door, it wasn’t Yoongi anymore.

It was the Underboss.

The one who painted the streets red when someone threatened his pack.

“We leave now.”

And without another word, the wolves moved.

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Pain was the first thing Jungkook felt.

Not the blinding kind that made a man scream, no. This pain was older. Deeper. The kind that pulsed in marrow, in breath, in every faint twitch of muscle. The ache of a body that should have died...but didn’t. The ache of endurance.

His lungs dragged in air, ragged and slow.

Musty. Dry. Touched faintly by ash and something warmer… something softer. It clung in the air like a whisper through smoke...sweet, citrus, honey...and Omega.

Jungkook’s brows pulled inward, muscles heavy as he turned his head, neck stiff from the position he'd been laying in too long. His eyes opened to a world still clouded in dizziness. The ceiling above him was cracked plaster, water-stained. Nothing familiar. Nothing safe.

His instincts clawed up from the depths like wolves waking in the dark.

But the moment his gaze shifted...he froze.

Someone was beside him.

Curled into a tight crescent just inches from where he lay, barely more than a breath between them. A very tiny omega. No scent suppressants. No inhibitors. Just raw biology and exhaustion and...

Beautiful.

Delicate arms tucked against his chest like a child who had learned not to expect warmth. Skin pale beneath flour smudges and fading bruises. Clothes threadbare. Lips cracked. Cheek marred with a yellowing slap mark. Hair black as coal and long, too long, a little tangled. A lock of it had fallen over his temple as he slept.

He looked like something forgotten. Something abandoned.

Something sacred.

And Jungkook’s alpha stirred.

Then it growled.

Mine.

The word struck him like a match to bone-dry kindling. A shiver of something primal. Possessive. No...more than possessive. Bonding. His alpha instincts didn’t just want to claim. They knew. They recognized.

This one. This omega.

Ours.

His heart thudded loud in his chest, a little too fast for his injuries, but he couldn’t look away. Every breath he took was filtered through that scent, that presence. There were holes in his memory...gunshots, screams, the way his guards had fallen like broken dolls...but none of it mattered now. None of it could matter. He had survived, and this omega was the reason why.

Jungkook glanced down at his side. The bandages were rough, but neat. Stitched by hand. Dried blood clung to his skin, to the fabric. There was a scorch mark on the metal tray nearby...fire-heated spoon. An old trick. Back-alley medic work.

And those hands.

The omega’s small fingers were still stained with blood. His blood. The tremble of fatigue in his wrists, the dark circles under his eyes… this boy had worked for hours to keep Jungkook alive.

A stranger. An unmated omega. Alone. And he’d saved him.

Jungkook's hand moved slightly, inching toward him on instinct, but stopped short of touching. The back of his knuckles hovered over a lock of tangled hair.

He should wake him. He needed to. He needed to know his name. To hear his voice. To see the eyes that went with this soft, exhausted face. But he didn’t.

Because in this moment...like this...he looked too fragile. Too peaceful. And Jungkook didn’t want to disturb that.

His chest ached in a way that had nothing to do with the bullet.

He hadn’t felt this in years.

Not since the Nocturne Syndicate was born.

The syndicate had been forged in his blood. After the Iron Claw Syndicate fell...after the bodies of his parents were buried beneath the rubble of a car explosion meant for him...Jungkook rose from the ashes. Seventeen and orphaned, covered in soot and the last of his childhood.

He hadn’t grieved. There hadn’t been time.

There was only Yoongi, with his knife smile and haunted eyes, who stood beside him even when the Southside gangs laughed in their faces. Only Namjoon, the ex-special forces alpha who’d walked away from a decorated career to serve a teenager with fire in his gaze. Only Taehyung, loyal and lethal, who wore silk shirts and slit throats like they were both just another art form.

And Hoseok and Jin, the only omegas in their pack and Jungkook deeply loved and respected them...because they’d bled for him. Killed for him. Survived because of him.

They were his family.

His fire.

His empire.

And every inch of that empire bowed to the symbol carved into his back...a massive alpha wolf, fangs bared and snarling, eyes that glowed crimson red. A beast without mercy. Without softness. A warning: stay away.

Because Jungkook didn’t love. Didn’t trust. Didn’t claim.

Until now.

Until this sleeping boy with broken hands had stitched up his side and curled beside him like an offering.

Mine. The alpha hissed again, louder now. More desperate.

Jungkook closed his eyes, just for a moment, letting himself feel it.

The scent.

The safety.

The knowledge that something...someone...existed in this world that hadn’t wanted him for his power. That hadn’t recognized his tattoos or his blood-soaked legacy.

Just a dying man on a bakery floor.

And this omega had chosen to save him.

Jungkook turned his head again, breath catching as he whispered into the dark:

“Ours.”

The omega stirred faintly, cheek brushing the tiled floor.

Jungkook didn’t move.

But deep in his chest, something shifted.

He wouldn’t leave. Not now. Not ever.

This boy didn’t know it yet.

But the boss of the Nocturne Syndicate had found his treasure.

And Jungkook would set the world ablaze before he let him go.

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The first thing Jimin noticed was warmth.

Not the brittle, patchy warmth of old blankets but something deeper. Richer. Alive. It seeped into his skin, curled around his spine, and made the cold concrete tiles under his hip almost bearable.

He blinked slowly, eyes heavy with exhaustion, lashes sticking slightly from dried tears. His body ached all over...his hands, his back, his knees from crouching too long while stitching wounds too deep. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He should’ve stayed alert, should’ve…

A sound.

Breathing.

Not ragged. Not pained. Slow. Measured.

Alive.

Jimin’s eyes flew open.

And he froze.

The man on the makeshift bed...no longer death-pale and unconscious...was staring at him. Not just looking. Staring. Like something in him had snapped loose and latched onto Jimin’s face, like he couldn’t look away even if he tried.

And Jimin couldn’t breathe.

Those eyes.

They weren’t like anything he’d ever seen before. Dark, bottomless, molten with something dangerous. Something hungry.

He tried to speak, but his throat was dry. He pushed himself upright slowly, blanket falling away from his shoulders, exposing the thinness of his frame. His heart pounded as he sat there, blinking at the stranger who now seemed very much awake. Very much…watching.

“You’re awake,” Jimin managed, his voice quiet, hoarse.

The man didn’t answer right away. Just kept staring. His pupils were blown wide, almost entirely black, and his scent...gods, his scent..was so intense Jimin felt it ghost down his spine like a hot hand. Sandalwood, spice, alpha.

Powerful.

Too powerful.

Jimin’s fingers curled into the edge of the blanket. Fight or flight welled up, animal-deep, but he didn’t move. Couldn’t. Not when the alpha's eyes followed every tiny shift he made like he’d be gone if he blinked.

“You stayed,” the man rasped.

Jimin swallowed. “You were bleeding. A lot.”

“You saved me.”

“I… I did what I could.”

For a long moment, silence stretched between them, weighted by the thrum of instincts Jimin was trying desperately to ignore. He’d grown up around alphas. Knew how to keep his head down. Knew what happened when you looked too long, smelled too vulnerable, were too vulnerable.

But this felt different.

The man’s gaze dipped lower, tracing Jimin’s cheek, his bruised cheek, the smudges of flour and dried blood along his collarbone. Not with lechery. Not even with pity.

It was awe.

Like Jimin was something fragile and unreal. Something important.

And that terrified him even more.

“I didn’t know who you were,” Jimin said quickly, needing to fill the quiet. “You just… you showed up. Bleeding. I thought you were going to die.”

“I might have,” the alpha said, voice low, gravelly. “If not for you.”

Jimin looked away. “I don’t want anything.”

That made the man still.

“I didn’t do it for money,” Jimin added, heart beating faster now. “Or favors. I don’t even know your name.”

The alpha’s throat worked as he stared. “Jungkook.”

Jimin blinked. “What?”

“My name is Jungkook.”

His voice softened, like he’d just remembered how to speak it. Like it felt different now, with this omega watching him from arm’s length, wrapped in threadbare blankets like a soldier too young for battle.

Jimin’s mouth parted slightly. The name felt...important.

Jungkook.

It echoed in his chest like thunder.

He looked up again...and saw it. The shift. The tension rolling off Jungkook in waves now, something behind his dark gaze flickering and growing hotter.

Possessive. Animal.

Mine.

It slammed into Jimin without warning. His lungs seized.

He knew that look.

Knew that feeling.

No. No, not again.

The last alpha who’d looked at him like that had tried to take everything. His first kiss. His first time. His freedom. All for the sake of conquest. Jimin had been lucky to escape with only a split lip, bruised ribs, and the clothes on his back.

And now here was another one...this one ten times more dangerous, raw power simmering just under the surface...and looking at Jimin like he was fated.

“I should go,” Jimin said, voice tight, scooting back a little on the floor.

“No,” Jungkook said immediately.

Jimin froze.

The word wasn’t a command. Not quite. But it was firm. Sure. It hit his core like a spark, scent rolling hotter from the alpha’s skin, laced with something older than instinct.

Claiming.

“I won’t hurt you,” Jungkook added, softer this time. “I swear it.”

Jimin’s breathing trembled.

“You’re… you're in pain,” Jimin whispered. “You should be resting.”

“I was. Until I realized you were next to me.”

Jimin blinked again, wide-eyed, unsure how to respond. There was a strange warmth unfurling in his chest, confused and unwelcome. A need to believe him. A need to stay. He curled his fingers into his lap and stared down.

“You don’t even know me,” he said, barely above a breath.

Jungkook was silent a long moment.

“I know enough,” he said, and it felt like a vow.

The air between them felt tighter. More real.

And somewhere deep inside, Jimin’s omega stirred.

Not with fear.

With awareness.

With the first, sharp prickle of recognition.

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Jungkook shifted.

It was subtle at first...a tense flex in his abdomen, the twitch of his jaw, a small grunt as he tried to push himself upright. His body was sluggish, heavy, and stiff, but his mind had never felt more alert. The pain was distant, dulled by something primal. Something louder.

He’s here. Our omega. Right here.

Jungkook’s alpha was clawing against the inside of his chest like a caged animal. Every inch of his skin buzzed with it. His wound was nothing, just a smear of the past. What mattered now was the omega still within arm’s reach, blinking at him with a mixture of nerves and confusion.

He needed to sit up. To be eye-level. To not tower over him like some beast.

But the moment he braced his hand against the floor and tried to lift his weight, pain flared through his side like a whip. His jaw clenched hard, breath catching.

“Don’t!”

Jimin moved before he could think.

He was beside Jungkook in an instant, fingers fluttering like startled birds before he gently gripped the alpha’s arm and shoulder. “Don’t move...gods, are you insane?”

Jungkook’s breath hissed through his teeth. His other hand grabbed for balance, and without meaning to, he caught Jimin’s wrist...firm, callused fingers curling around pale skin.

Jimin froze.

Both of them did.

The touch seared through them like fire on dry grass.

Jimin’s heart stuttered wildly as he looked down at where they connected. Jungkook’s grip wasn’t bruising, but it was strong, like he couldn’t bear to let go. His scent spiked again...spicy sandalwood, searing heat, the unmistakable possessiveness of an alpha that had chosen.

And Jimin… he didn’t pull away.

He should have.

He meant to.

But he didn’t.

“You shouldn’t move,” Jimin murmured, a little breathless, voice wobbling.

Jungkook’s thumb shifted slightly against his wrist, a small, unconscious stroke. “I needed to see you closer.”

“I’m right here.”

“Not close enough.”

Jimin looked up...and it hit him again. That gaze. That stillness. Like Jungkook was drinking him in. Memorizing every detail. Reverent. Like Jimin was something precious.

No one had ever looked at him like that.

No one had ever made him feel like he mattered without asking for something in return.

Jimin’s throat tightened. “You shouldn’t be sitting up. The stitches...if they tear, you’ll bleed again. You lost a lot of blood. I don’t even know your blood type...I just… I just patched you up with what I had.”

Jungkook let out a breath, something between a wince and a chuckle. “You did more than that.”

Jimin shifted again, carefully sliding his hand under Jungkook’s back and helping him ease into a better position, using a folded blanket to prop him up. It wasn’t much, but it gave him leverage.

He could feel the hard muscles beneath Jungkook’s skin...even weakened, the alpha was built like a weapon. There were tattoos, a sleeve on his right arm that extended all the way up his right arm and onto his chest, and a massive wolf snarling on his back, old scars, faded and silvery across his ribs, another near his hip. Jimin didn’t ask. He didn’t need to. He could guess the life this man came from.

A killer’s body.

A survivor’s eyes.

And yet, his touch was…gentle.

Jungkook’s expression didn’t change when Jimin’s hand brushed his skin. But his scent did.

It deepened. Richer. More.

He was holding back.

Barely.

Jimin finally stepped back once Jungkook was seated properly, chest rising and falling with effort. “You’re lucky I used clean thread,” Jimin muttered, folding his arms, eyes darting away. “It was all I had. I had to burn your shirt. It was ruined.”

Jungkook glanced down at himself, noticing the bandage wrapped neatly around his torso, the missing shit, and...

He looked up again. “You undressed me.”

Jimin flushed. “Well, yes. I wasn’t going to stitch you through your fancy tailored suit.”

The faintest flicker of amusement passed over Jungkook’s features, but it was gone just as quickly. “Did you see the tattoo?”

Jimin hesitated. Then nodded. “The wolf?”

Something shifted in the room.

A beat passed.

“You know what it means?” Jungkook asked.

Jimin’s stomach twisted.

He did.

Of course he did.

Everyone knew.

The Nocturne Syndicate wasn’t just a name whispered behind trembling lips...they were a crime family. A living nightmare. A syndicate so ruthless, so methodical, entire city blocks had vanished beneath the shadow of their influence. People disappeared. Territories folded. Police turned a blind eye, or worse, disappeared too.

And the wolf...the wolf with the red eyes...was their sigil. Worn by the alphas who led the family. A brand of power. Of blood.

Jimin swallowed. “You’re…him?"

Jungkook nodded once.

“I didn’t know when I saved you,” Jimin said quickly. “I...I don’t want anything from you. I don’t want to be involved.”

Jungkook watched him closely. “You already are.”

The words dropped like stones in water.

Jimin’s breath caught. “What do you mean?”

Jungkook didn’t answer.

He didn’t need to.

Because the look in his eyes said it all.

Mine.

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The room was quiet. The kind of quiet only found in forgotten places...where the world didn’t care to look anymore.

Jimin sat back on his heels, gently dabbing at the edge of Jungkook’s bandage. His fingers were small, but careful. He’d cleaned the wound again when Jungkook dozed off a few minutes earlier. Now, Jimin only stole quick glances at him, trying to ignore the way something tight and unfamiliar curled inside his chest every time those dark eyes drifted his way.

This man was a crime boss. He should be terrified...but oddly enough he wasn't. Instead he felt his pain in the ass omega preening...yipping and standing at attention when the alpha looked his way.

"Traitor," Jimin whispered at his unruly wolf under his breath.

But he knew that the weight of him was something that couldn’t be ignored.

Something was coming. He felt it in his bones.

The back door creaked.

Jimin didn’t hear it.

But someone else did.

Taehyung had tracked the scent trail through the back alleys of Sector Nine, his boots silent on cracked asphalt. Gun drawn, he moved like a shadow, eyes scanning the narrow bakery with practiced precision. The place looked like shit. Burnt-out signage, rotting floors, half the ceiling collapsing in on itself.

Then he saw it through the doorway...someone kneeling beside a nest of blankets on the ground.

Someone small.

Someone with blood on their hands.

And there...beneath him...was Jungkook.

Taehyung's jaw locked. His alpha surged like a blade drawn too fast.

What the fuck.

Was the omega hurting him?

There was no sound...no struggle...but instinct didn’t wait for answers.

He crept forward.

Silent.

Steady.

He raised the gun and leveled it at the back of the boy’s skull.

“You’ve got three seconds to back away from the him,” he growled, voice low, dangerous. “Or I’ll blow your fucking head off.”

Jimin froze.

A whimper caught in his throat.

The cloth slipped from his fingers and landed on Jungkook’s chest with a wet slap.

He didn’t move.

Couldn’t move.

His entire body went stiff with fear, a terrified omega sound bubbling from his throat before he could stop it...high and instinctive, the kind of sound meant to summon their alpha for protection.

And Jungkook heard it.

In an instant, the injured man surged upright with a snarl that didn’t sound human.

The pain in his side was nothing. Less than nothing. His blood roared in his ears and his vision went red as he launched himself off the makeshift bed, adrenaline turning agony into fuel. His alpha had already taken over.

The world narrowed to threat.

And the threat was holding a gun to his omega’s head.

With a sound like thunder, Jungkook collided with the attacker.

The gun clattered to the floor.

Taehyung didn’t even have time to react before Jungkook’s fist slammed into his jaw, snapping his head sideways. Another blow to the ribs. One to the stomach. Then a hand wrapped around his throat and slammed him into the wall so hard the plaster cracked behind his skull.

“Boss...!” Taehyung said in a choked gasp as pain spread through his head.

He couldn’t speak...his windpipe compressed. Blood dribbled down his lip. He lifted a knee to counter, but Jungkook was pure rage. A monster. A wolf in human skin.

His voice came out like a growl, feral and broken: “You pointed a gun at him. You pointed a fucking gun at my omega!” He lifted Taehyung higher up the wall by his throat.

“Alpha!” Jimin cried.

The word split the air like lightning.

Instantly, Jungkook stopped.

His fingers loosened.

The world righted itself with a sickening jolt, and Jungkook dropped Taehyung like dead weight to the floor.

Taehyung gasped, clutching his throat, coughing violently. He blinked up at his boss through blurred vision, stunned.

Jimin was shaking, hands clutched to his chest, eyes wide and wet with unshed tears. His lips were parted. His scent...sweet, like crushed honeycomb and lemons...was laced with terror.

Jungkook turned toward him slowly, all the blood draining from his face.

“I…” he took a step forward, then stopped. His hand trembled. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just...he had a gun, and...”

Jimin stepped forward.

“You called me your omega,” he whispered.

Jungkook’s mouth opened. Then closed. He looked back at Taehyung, who was now sitting upright against the wall, eyes wide, processing.

The moment hit all three of them like a freight train.

Taehyung’s voice cracked. “You’re mates?”

Jungkook said nothing.

He simply reached up to his neck and rubbed at his scent gland...where a bond mark should be.

“I haven’t touched him. Not yet.” His voice was low. Raw. “But he’s mine.”

Taehyung swallowed.

Then...softly, painfully...he bowed his head.

“I thought he was hurting you. The blood...his hands...”

“I would’ve died without him,” Jungkook snapped. “He saved my life. He made sure I didn't bleed out. He stitched me with shaking fingers and slept on a fucking floor beside me, and you...”

Taehyung nodded quickly, his voice rasping. “I’m sorry. Boss, I swear. I didn’t know. I’ll never...never do it again. I didn’t realize...”

Jungkook turned his back on him.

“You put a gun to the back of my omega’s head,” he said coldly. “Brother or not, if you ever do that again, it will be the last time you breathe air.”

Taehyung didn’t speak.

Didn’t dare.

Jungkook turned to Jimin then. Really turned.

Their eyes met...omega and alpha, both wounded in their own ways. Both changed.

Jimin's lips trembled. “You… you really meant it. When you said I was yours.”

Jungkook stepped closer, chest rising and falling, his body still running high on instincts and adrenaline.

“I’ve killed for less,” he whispered. “I’ve destroyed cities for smaller offenses. But for you? I’d burn the world.”

Jimin flinched.

Not in fear.

In disbelief.

No one had ever said things like that to him before. Not without strings. Not with such violent certainty.

“I don’t even know what being yours means...” he whispered.

“In time, you’ll find out…” the alpha growled, voice low with promise...but then he faltered, eyes narrowing slightly as realization struck.

He didn’t know his name.

The omega who is theirs...who saved his life…the one whose scent had already carved itself into his lungs...was still a mystery.

“I don’t even know your name,” he murmured, almost to himself.

There was a long breath of silence, thick with heat and emotion.

Then, softly...so softly it was nearly lost in the space between their lips...the omega whispered, “Jimin. My name is Jimin.”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened.

Jimin.

It hit him like a brand, sinking deep into his marrow. A name, simple and perfect, suddenly everything.

Jimin.

His omega had a name now.

And the sound of it would never leave his mouth without reverence.

“Come with me, Jimin,” Jungkook said, voice steady but edged with urgency. “I’m not leaving you in this place. You won’t starve. You won’t freeze. You won’t sleep another night without a bed.”

Jimin hesitated, breath shallow, the weight of those words crashing over him like a wave.

Behind them, Taehyung finally pushed himself upright with a grunt, brushing the dust from his coat. “I hate to break this up,” he muttered, glancing at Jungkook’s side, “but we’ve gotta move. Jin’s going to want to see that wound before you pass out on us, boss.”

Jungkook gave a slight nod, but his gaze never left Jimin.

“I won’t force you,” he said, voice gentling. “But I’ll beg, if that’s what it takes.”

Jimin looked down at his hands.

Stained with blood. Calloused from hard labor. Empty in every sense.

He clenched them for a moment… then lifted his eyes again.

To the alpha who had shielded him without hesitation.

To the stranger who had nearly torn his own enforcer apart...just to keep him safe.

This time, he listened to his instincts.

And they whispered something new.

Safe.

“…Okay,” Jimin breathed, so softly it barely carried over the wind. “I’ll come with you.”

And something in Jungkook stilled.

The storm inside him eased.

His alpha...wild and snarling just moments before...settled with a quiet exhale.

He reached out, slow and open.

And Jimin stepped into him without fear.

Into the arms of a man who felt like something he’d never dared to believe in.

A home he never knew he needed.

Chapter Text

The car smelled like leather, cold metal, and Alpha.

It was sleek and black, the interior spotless and quiet save for the low purr of the engine. The windows were tinted darker than legal, the kind of vehicle that moved like a shadow through the world...seen by everyone, stopped by no one.

Jimin sat in the farthest corner of the back seat, curled in on himself, trembling from the inside out. Every bump in the road seemed to echo through his bones.

Jungkook was beside him.

His thigh brushed Jimin’s. Not quite touching...hovering...but close enough that every beat of his pulse echoed like thunder against Jimin’s skin. The scent of him was everywhere now. Blood and pine. Smoke and danger. But beneath that, deeper… a thread of something softer. Something grounding. Something that smelled like home.

Jimin’s hands were clenched in his lap, still stained with dried blood. His nails dug into his palms without him realizing. His eyes hadn’t left them since they climbed into the car. Not once. It was easier than looking at the Alpha beside him. Easier than facing what had happened, what he’d done, what he’d felt.

He said I’m his omega.

The words looped in his mind like a broken record. They didn’t sound real. Didn’t feel like they could belong to someone like him. Omegas like Jimin didn’t get claimed. They were tolerated, used, discarded. Never chosen. Never kept.

Jungkook hadn’t spoken since they left the bakery. He was still pale, hunched ever so slightly from the wound, but the fire in his eyes hadn’t dimmed...not even when the enforcer, Taehyung, had practically begged forgiveness. Jimin didn’t know what to make of that man. Dangerous. Handsome in a sharp, slashing sort of way. His scent had been whiskey, and leather. But his face, when he realized what he’d done…That hadn’t been a killer. That had been a man breaking from the inside.

Still. The memory of the cold barrel at the back of his head made Jimin’s stomach churn.

Jungkook shifted, and it drew Jimin’s attention against his will. The don’s eyes were already on him.

“Are you cold?”

Jimin blinked. Shook his head slowly. But Jungkook didn’t seem convinced.

A second later, there was a soft rustle. A coat...thick, warm, still holding his scent...was draped over Jimin’s shoulders. His fingers froze mid-flinch.

“There’s a heater. You just have to ask,” Jungkook murmured, almost annoyed. At himself. “Or don’t. I’ll still take care of you.”

Jimin’s throat tightened. He turned slightly toward the window. “Why?”

That one word hung in the space between them, heavier than anything else. He hadn’t meant to say it. It slipped out. Raw and trembling.

Jungkook’s jaw flexed. His nostrils flared. His voice was low when he answered. “Because you’re mine.”

Jimin looked away, biting his lip until he tasted blood.

He didn’t know what it meant. Not truly. Not beyond instinct and longing. Omegas like him didn’t get claimed by men like Jungkook. It wasn’t just the power...though that was overwhelming enough. It was the certainty in Jungkook’s voice. The way he looked at him. Like there was no question. No space for denial.

Like the bond was already forged in fire.

The mansion came into view like something from a fever dream. Gated. Tall. The kind of old stone and reinforced steel that said empire. The kind of place where secrets lived and enemies died. The front doors were already open, guards at attention. And just behind them...

Three figures.

The first was shorter, handsome in a bright, almost sharp way. Golden brown hair. Wearing a fuzzy cardigan that didn’t match the aura of quiet calculation behind his eyes. The second stood close to him, wrapped around his waist like a lover who’d never learned how to let go. Slender, sleepy-eyed, with a presence that was too calm to be weak.

And the last...towering, muscle-bound, with a quiet kind of command that clung to every movement...stood with his arms crossed and jaw clenched, watching the car roll in with the expression of a man prepared to kill or protect on a second’s notice.

Jimin shrank in his seat.

“Who...?”

“Yoongi. Hoseok. Namjoon,” Jungkook supplied, his voice soft again. “My inner circle. You’ll be safe with them.”

Safe. That word again. Jimin didn’t trust it.

The car stopped. Taehyung opened the door, his expression carefully neutral. He didn’t look at Jimin. Not after what happened. Jungkook slid out first, slow and controlled, his hand reaching back immediately for Jimin.

Jimin hesitated.

Jungkook didn’t push. Just waited.

His fingers were open. Warm. Waiting.

Jimin took them.

The moment their palms touched, heat rushed up his arm. His omega instincts trembled violently...urging him to go to this Alpha, to curl close, to bury his face in his throat and breathe deep. But he fought it. Barely.

Jungkook helped him out of the car like he was glass.

The moment they stepped inside, the others descended.

“You look like shit,” Yoongi said with zero preamble, his tone dry but tight with concern. “What the fuck happened?”

Hoseok didn’t speak. He was already reaching for Jungkook, his hands fluttering, trying not to touch the wound but desperate to help. His eyes widened as they landed on Jimin, trailing up and down...taking in the blood, the oversized coat, the pale trembling.

Namjoon’s attention snapped to him next.

He took one step forward.

Jimin instinctively stepped back.

Immediately, Jungkook was between them. A flash of movement. Hand against Jimin’s hip, holding him steady. Possessive. Warning.

“Don’t.” Jungkook’s voice was cold now. “He's mine.”

Namjoon’s brow lifted, then smoothed. “Understood.”

Hoseok blinked, then gave a tiny smile. “I assume this is the reason you nearly killed Tae?”

Jimin flushed.

Jungkook’s grip tightened slightly, protective.

“This is Jimin,” he said quietly. “My omega.”

Dead silence.

Yoongi exhaled through his nose. “Of course he is.”

Namjoon looked at Jungkook for a long moment, then nodded. “Then we owe him our lives. Come on. Let’s get you to Jin.”

As they led Jungkook down the hall...Yoongi murmuring orders, Taehyung already vanishing into a shadow, Hoseok shooting worried looks back at Jimin...Jimin followed like a ghost.

The mansion was a blur. Marble floors. Old wood. Firelight. Everything too large, too expensive, too foreign. But none of it mattered.

Because Jungkook hadn’t let go of his hand once.

And with every step, Jimin’s thoughts churned louder.

I don’t belong here. I don’t know these people. I’m not part of this world.

But he said I’m his.

And the worst part is…

…I don’t want to let go.

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“…You’re smaller than I thought,” Hoseok murmured, walking just a half-step behind Jimin, his gaze steady. “Tae said Jungkook sent him flying across the room.”

Jimin stiffened, alarm flaring in his chest. “He had a gun to the back of my head… he was going to shoot me. Jungkook...he just…reacted.”

Hoseok made a quiet sound, thoughtful. “He went feral.”

Jimin nodded once, unsure if it was an accusation or not.

“He’s never done that before,” Hoseok said, tone unreadable. “Not even for family.”

Jimin blinked, chest tight. “I didn’t mean for him to...”

“No,” Hoseok interrupted gently, “but he did it anyway. That means something.”

He glanced over at their still-joined hands.

“And if I were you, I’d start thinking about what.”

He looked down at their entwined hands...Jungkook’s still gripping tightly, even as his blood left little droplets on the floor.

“You’re holding it together well,” Hoseok added.

“I’m not,” Jimin whispered. “I’m...” He swallowed hard. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Good,” Hoseok murmured, voice warm but firm. “That means you haven’t shut down yet. Panic will come later. For now, just walk.”

Before Jimin could respond, they turned a corner and found the double doors to a room already swinging open.

It smelled clean. Like antiseptic and roses. A faint sweetness clung to the air...baby powder? And under that…pack.

Inside, one of the most beautiful omegas Jimin had ever seen stood waiting. His rolled-up sleeves revealed strong, practiced forearms, latex gloves already on. His hair was jet black, his expression both fierce and concerned.

Jimin blinked in surprise.

He hadn’t expected an omega to be the doctor.

“Jungkook,” the omega said, sighing like an exasperated mother hen. “You’re lucky I adore you, or I’d let you bleed out just to make a point.”

Jungkook offered a faint smirk. “Brought a guest.”

The omega’s gaze snapped to Jimin.

Paused.

Then narrowed.

“You’re Jimin,” he said. Not a question. A statement.

Jimin nodded, tense. He felt suddenly very small under that golden gaze.

The omega stepped forward, not reaching for him, just tipping his chin in a show of courtesy...offering scent, not dominance. “I’m Jin. Jungkook’s physician. And yours now, if you’ll allow it.”

Jimin hesitated, nostrils flaring subtly.

He's the one that smells like roses Jimin thought to himself. The omega also smelled like safety and comfort with a slight milky scent...with sage. He smelled like the alpha at the door...the one who had scared him...

Namjoon.

They must be mates. That’s who Namjoon had to be. The giant, stone-faced Alpha who hadn’t said a word since they arrived but had never taken his hand off Jungkook’s back. His scent, even now, lingered like steel and sun, wrapped tight around Jin’s.

“I…okay,” Jimin whispered finally.

Jin gave a soft smile, the kind that settled something shaky in Jimin’s chest. “Good. We’ll take care of you. Both of you. But first…” He turned to Jungkook. “Let’s keep our fearless leader from dying in my infirmary, hm?”

Yoongi and Namjoon helped ease Jungkook onto the cushioned exam bed. Jimin was forced to release his hand, and the moment he did, he felt colder. Untethered.

Still, he hovered close until Hoseok gently guided him to a nearby chair.

“Sit,” Hoseok said softly. “Jin’s the best. You can trust him.”

Jimin sat. Stiff and silent. He watched as Yoongi peeled Jungkook’s shirt away...crusted with blood and slick with sweat. The white bandages beneath were already soaked red.

Jin cursed softly.

“Through and through,” he muttered. “Didn’t hit anything major, thank the gods. But the bullet tore muscle. No wonder you’re half-dead, you idiot.”

“Missed the heart,” Jungkook murmured without looking at him. “Didn’t miss the mark.”

“Cute,” Jin deadpanned. “Shut up before I sedate you.”

But Jungkook wasn’t even listening.

His gaze had already drifted past Jin. Back to Jimin.

Even with his skin pale and slick with blood, even with pain etched into every inch of him, Jungkook stared at the omega like he was the only thing worth seeing in the world.

Jimin felt that look like gravity.

Like a tether he couldn’t cut.

Like a future he didn’t know he wanted until it was already dragging him in.

He couldn’t look away.

Because some part of him...buried, quiet, starved...had already started to believe it.

This Alpha wasn’t going to let him go.

And, gods help him…

A secret, aching part of Jimin didn’t want him to.

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Jin worked quickly. His hands were steady, stained red to the wrists, his expression cool and focused despite the occasional soft muttering under his breath. Namjoon stood at his side, offering clean gauze and instruments, a quiet presence with sharp eyes that flicked back and forth between the wound and Jungkook’s face. He didn’t speak much...only when asked...but he radiated calm the way some alphas radiated danger.

Jimin sat silently in the corner chair, trying not to wring the blanket in his lap. Hoseok hadn’t left either. He stood just behind him, occasionally brushing a comforting hand over Jimin’s shoulder or scenting the air near him, like a quiet reassurance: You’re safe. You’re not alone. Breathe.

But the only thing Jimin could really focus on was the blood.

Jungkook’s blood.

On the pristine white linens. On Jin’s gloves. Soaking the old bandage as it was peeled away, revealing the ragged, cauterized edge of the bullet wound.

Jimin swallowed hard. His stomach turned, but he didn’t look away.

Not until Jungkook reached for him.

Even half-stripped and stitched open, the Alpha’s fingers still twitched toward him, slow and stubborn.

“Stay,” he rasped.

Jimin blinked. “I...I wasn’t going anywhere.”

Jungkook’s eyes closed, lashes fanning dark across pale cheeks. But his fingers relaxed only when Jimin shifted closer, the blanket still clutched to his chest as he moved the chair nearer to the bed.

Jin didn’t comment. But Namjoon’s gaze softened, just barely.

“You’ll need to come to me to change the dressing twice a day,” Jin said, wiping the blood away after the last stitch was pulled taut. “You should be healed up in a couple days. Wolf healing will take care of the rest."

When it was over and Jungkook was finally laid back against the pillows, Jin peeled off his gloves and turned to Namjoon, lips parting to say something...

Only to freeze as a tiny voice piped up from the hallway.

“Appa?”

Jimin turned instinctively.

At the door stood a tiny child...barely toddling, cheeks round and flushed from sleep. His hair stuck out in messy tufts, one little sock falling halfway down his ankle. In his arms, he hugged a wrinkled gray bunny with one ear nearly chewed off.

Namjoon’s entire face changed. Lit up. He crossed the room in four long strides and crouched low.

“Min-gi,” he said warmly. “You’re supposed to be with Auntie Hyejin, remember?”

The pup’s lower lip wobbled. “She smell bad.”

Jin snorted softly behind his hand.

Namjoon only laughed. “You just woke up, didn’t you?”

The little pup nodded solemnly and then turned his gaze to Jimin, blinking huge, dark eyes.

And smiled.

Jimin’s heart cracked wide open.

Something warm and aching flooded his chest...so sudden and sharp it nearly took his breath away.

Min-gi padded into the room on wobbly feet, fearless, bunny in tow. He stopped just before Jimin, staring up at him with wide curiosity.

“Hi,” the pup said.

Jimin stared, lips parted. “Hi.”

“He likes you,” Jin said quietly, watching from beside the bed. “He’s usually shy with new scents.”

“I…” Jimin breathed. “I love him.”

The room laughed gently, but Jimin meant it. In a deep, dangerous way. Like something inside him had cracked and spilled out...some instinct too old to name.

Because everything in him wanted to scoop the pup into his arms. To scent him. Protect him. Feed him. Hum to him when he was fussy. Kiss his forehead when he slept.

He wanted a pup of his own.

Desperately.

But he wasn’t the kind of omega who got blessed like that.

He’d known it for years...confirmed in a hushed clinic by a nurse who couldn’t quite meet his eyes. Fertility issues. Poor nutrition from years of neglect. Not impossible, they’d said carefully. Just…unlikely.

He’d stopped hoping after that.

But now, holding this tiny gaze…it all came rushing back.

Min-gi stretched out one pudgy hand to touch Jimin’s leg.

Jimin smiled, soft and trembling.

Then Namjoon came to collect him with a warm chuckle and a murmured promise to bring him back later if Jungkook didn’t need sleep, and Hoseok finally took that as the cue to guide Jimin out of the room.

“Come on,” he said kindly, “let’s get you settled.”

The halls were dimmer now, more private. Velvet runners muffled their steps. The weight of the mansion pressed in on all sides...centuries of something heavy and old stitched into every stone.

Hoseok said nothing for a while, just let Jimin follow, wide-eyed.

Until he opened the last door.

And Jimin forgot how to breathe.

The room was enormous...bigger than the bakery’s back room by a mile. Bigger than anywhere he'd ever lived.The bed was enormous, canopied in gauze, turned down with thick cream-colored blankets. A fireplace glowed on the far wall, and beside it, a window looked out over the garden, moonlight casting shadows across the polished floors.

It didn’t smell like anyone else.

It was neutral. Clean.

Waiting.

“For me?” Jimin asked hoarsely.

Hoseok nodded. “Jungkook’s orders. He said...” He paused. “He said, ‘Make sure our omega has everything he needs.’”

Jimin’s lips parted.

Our omega.

His heart gave a strange, painful beat.

“Get some rest,” Hoseok said gently, offering a final squeeze to Jimin’s arm. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. Don’t worry...you’re safe here.”

He left quietly.

Jimin stood alone in the middle of a room too soft, too big, too warm.

He walked to the bed. Touched the edge of the duvet. Let his fingers trail the curve of a carved wooden post.

Then he crumpled to his knees beside it, pulled the blanket from his shoulders, and cried.

For the bakery.

For the cold.

For the blood and the fear and the impossible Alpha who kept looking at him like he mattered.

And for the tiny little pup who smelled like the future he’d never have.

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Sunlight woke him gently.

It wasn’t loud, or hot, or sharp. Just a warm sort of brightness, filtering through sheer curtains that fluttered faintly on a breeze. Somewhere, a bird chirped. Leaves rustled softly outside the open window. The air smelled clean, fresh...like pine trees, polished wood, and distant wildflowers.

Jimin blinked.

For a moment, he didn’t move.

The ceiling above him was high, painted in faded golds and creams, and laced with the faint outline of a mural... pine trees and wolves, curling vines and starlight. Not real wolves. Painted ones. With red eyes. Familiar somehow.

A frown tugged at his brow.

Then it hit him all at once.

The bakery. The blood. Jungkook’s body in his arms. The towering strangers. The car ride.The Alpha who’d held his hand in Jimin’s hand the entire time like he was afraid to let go.

Jimin bolted upright in bed, heart stuttering.

Only to freeze when the silk sheets slid against his bare skin.

He looked down.

Someone had undressed him while he slept.

He wore a soft, oversized shirt now...probably one of Jungkook’s, because it swallowed him to the knees...and nothing else. No pants. No socks.

But he didn’t smell touched.

His scent hadn’t been disturbed. No foreign Alpha scent blanketing him, no trace of invasion in his nesting instincts. Just clean soap, and the faintest lingering thread of Jungkook’s scent woven through the shirt.

Jimin sat there, curled in on himself, breathing slow.

They’d undressed him for comfort. For warmth. For care.

Not for harm.

That truth alone was enough to make his eyes sting.

He slid out of bed and padded barefoot to the balcony. The floors were heated beneath his toes. Outside, the garden looked like something from a dream...white roses climbing up trellises, winding stone paths, little flickers of butterflies flitting past.

Beyond that, trees. A forest. Mountains in the distance.

Safety.

He hadn’t felt it in years.

The knock on the door was soft.

Jimin startled slightly, then called out, “Yes?”

It creaked open, and Jin’s soft face peeked in. He looked freshly showered, hair still damp, wearing a cozy navy robe tied tight at the waist.

“Good morning,” he said gently. “Can I come in?”

Jimin nodded, brushing his fingers through his sleep-tousled hair.

“Did you sleep?”

“…Yes.”

“Good. You needed it.” Jin stepped fully into the room, holding a tray. “I brought you something to eat. Jungkook’s not awake yet, but he’s stable. You’re not expected anywhere until you’re ready.”

Jimin’s gaze dropped to the tray...porridge with honey, a bowl of fresh berries, warm toast with melted butter, and tea that smelled faintly of ginger and ginseng. His stomach growled.

He flushed.

Jin only smiled. “Sit, eat. I’ll stay, if you want company.”

Jimin did.

He crawled back onto the bed and sat cross-legged as Jin settled beside him, placing the tray carefully between them. The warmth of the food made his belly ache with sudden need. He hadn’t had a full meal in months. Maybe longer.

“You were out cold when we checked on you in the night,” Jin said casually. “Didn’t even twitch. Jungkook kept murmuring your name, though.”

Jimin glanced up.

“Only name he said, actually,” Jin added with a soft smile. “Not Hoseok. Not Yoongi. Not Namjoon. Just yours.”

A strange flutter passed through Jimin’s chest.

He picked at the toast.

“He shouldn’t be...” Jimin began, then stopped. “He’s not my responsibility.”

Jin arched a brow. “Is that how you really feel?”

Jimin hesitated.

No. It wasn’t.

But it was safer to pretend.

He didn’t know these people. Didn’t know the rules here. And Jungkook...Jungkook was a mafia Don. A killer. A war machine in a silk suit. Jimin had seen it in the way Taehyung obeyed him. In the bullet wound. In the way Yoongi had stepped into the shadows like his mere presence meant blood.

And yet…

And yet Jungkook had held onto his hand like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Had begged him to stay. Had called him ours.

That same flutter returned.

Jimin reached for the berries, chewing quietly.

After a moment, Jin asked, “Do you want to meet the others? When you’re ready, of course.”

Jimin shrugged. “I… I guess I have to.”

“You don’t have to do anything here.”

Jimin looked at him.

“I mean it,” Jin said, voice softer now. “Not like the world out there. Jungkook…he doesn’t let people cage the ones he cares about. Not anymore. He won’t force you into anything. Not a bond. Not a room. Not even a conversation.”

“Then why am I still here?”

“Because you matter,” Jin said simply. “And I think he knows it. I think you do too.”

The room fell quiet after that.

When Jimin was finished eating Jin helped him up, then showed him the adjoining bathroom...larger than any bathroom Jimin had ever seen...with towels warmed on racks, gold fixtures, and glass bottles labeled in calligraphy. A change of clothes lay on the bench: soft drawstring pants, a long sweater that smelled faintly of sunshine and lilies, and a robe that looked thick enough to sleep in.

“You’re family now,” Jin said as he turned to leave. “You’ll see. It just…takes some getting used to.”

He paused at the door, fingers still on the knob, and glanced back.

“Oh...before I forget,” he added, voice light but eyes serious, “when you're ready, I’d like to have a look at you. At the clinic downstairs.”

Jimin’s brows pinched.

“I’m the in-house physician,” Jin clarified. “I want to make sure you’re healing properly. You were covered in bruises when you came in and we don’t know what kind of stress your body’s been under lately. There’s no pressure, but…” His voice softened. “You deserve care too, Jimin. Not just him.”

Jimin looked down, fingers curling in the hem of the oversized shirt.

“I’ll come,” he murmured, barely above a whisper.

Jin smiled.

“I’ll be waiting.”

And with that, he slipped out the door, leaving Jimin alone in the quiet, golden morning.

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The mansion was too quiet in the morning.

Not silent, not cold...but there was a stillness to it, like the hush of snow outside a windowpane.

Jimin padded down the wide hallway barefoot, the floor chilled beneath his toes, long sleeves of his borrowed sweater hiding the tips of his fingers. Everything smelled clean and foreign. Too many new scents layered into the air...Jin’s roses and milky pup scent, Namjoon’s sage, the subtle hum of lemon and amber from freshly polished wood.

But beneath it all, he could still smell him. Jungkook. Like wood and dark spice, deep and warm. It wrapped itself into the fibers of Jimin’s clothes, into the bed he’d slept in. Into him.

He didn’t know where he was going until he heard soft laughter behind a slightly ajar door.

He paused...then stepped closer, peeking around the edge. Wafting from the room was combined scents of sunshine, lilies...and the alpha's gunpowder and mahogany.

Inside was a small sitting room dappled in golden morning light, soft cushions scattered around a low table, and in the middle of it all sat Hoseok...the omega curled neatly into Yoongi’s lap, like he belonged there and had never belonged anywhere else.

Yoongi was cross-legged on the floor, back leaned against the wall, one arm slung lazily over Hoseok’s waist, the other hand threading tenderly through his omega’s tousled hair. Hoseok had his face buried in Yoongi’s neck, murmuring something soft Jimin couldn’t hear, and the alpha answered it with a quiet rumble that sent a shiver down Jimin’s spine.

It was so intimate. So quietly sacred.

Jimin’s throat went tight.

He hadn’t meant to intrude...but he couldn’t look away either.

That kind of love...gentle, lived-in, safe...it was something Jimin had never seen up close. Not like this. His chest ached with something warm and hollow all at once.

Yoongi noticed him first. His sharp eyes flicked up instantly...assessing, calm, not startled. Not angry.

A beat later, Hoseok lifted his head too, blinking sleepily, and his expression softened at once. “Oh. Good morning, Jimin.”

Jimin shifted awkwardly, bowing slightly. “Sorry...I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was just walking. I didn’t know anyone was...”

“You’re not interrupting.” Hoseok’s voice was all sunshine and flowers. He uncurled from Yoongi’s lap gracefully, smoothing his hair down, not the least bit embarrassed. “We just like to sit in here before the house gets too loud. It’s kind of our little routine.”

Jimin gave a small, shy nod, and Hoseok stepped closer, touching his wrist lightly in greeting. His scent...warm sunshine and lillies...bloomed gently in the air, instantly comforting.

“Did you sleep okay?” Hoseok asked, tilting his head. “Your scent is calmer this morning.”

Jimin blinked. “You… notice that?”

Hoseok grinned. “Omega noses. We notice everything.”

Yoongi, now standing, gave Jimin a once-over. Not unkind...just direct. “He’s been asking for you, by the way.”

Jimin’s heart thudded. “He?”

“Your alpha,” Hoseok said with a soft smile, looping his arm gently through Jimin’s like they were already friends. “Since dawn, actually. Wouldn’t eat. Wouldn’t rest. You’re a problem, you know that?”

Jimin flushed, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to...”

“We’re teasing,” Hoseok said gently. “Well. I am. He’s probably pacing like a caged tiger right now.”

Yoongi hummed low, amused, as they guided Jimin toward the hallway. “He’s not used to being separated from what’s his.”

And that word...his...wrapped around Jimin’s ribs like a chain. His fingers clenched in the sleeve of his shirt, thoughts buzzing like bees.

His alpha.

He didn’t know what exactly that meant yet.

But he was going to find out.

Chapter Text

Jimin’s footsteps were tentative as he crossed the threshold into the alpha's room, the soft click of the door closing behind him like a final seal on a fragile moment. The air was thick with a scent he was beginning to recognize...sandalwood, spice, and something deeper, more primal. Jungkook’s scent. It clung to the sheets, the walls, the very air, wrapping around him like a tangible presence.

The room was… enormous. It felt less like a bedroom and more like a private sanctuary...dark, commanding, and unapologetically masculine. Black silk sheets spilled over the edges of a California King so large it looked like it could swallow him whole. The bed was positioned beneath a low-hanging chandelier of blackened metal and crystal, the dim light catching on each facet, throwing fractured glimmers across the walls.

Those walls were deep charcoal, sleek and cool, broken only by panels of brushed silver and a single framed painting...a wolf standing beneath a blood-red moon. On one side, a floor-to-ceiling window stretched the length of the wall, veiled with heavy blackout curtains, their fabric thick and expensive enough to drink in the light.

To his left, a set of double doors stood slightly ajar, revealing a glimpse of Jungkook’s dressing room. Even from here, Jimin could see the rows of neatly hung suits in a spectrum of blacks, greys, and the occasional deep burgundy. Built-in shelving displayed leather shoes in perfect order, each pair gleaming under recessed lighting. The space seemed to go on far deeper than it should, the kind of dressing room that belonged to someone who owned not just clothes, but the means to always be prepared for every occasion...business, pleasure… and anything in between.

Jimin’s fingers clenched tight, his pulse quickening. It was the kind of space that told you exactly who it belonged to: a man who took up all the air in a room without speaking a word. A man used to control. A man who could keep someone here...and they would not escape unless he allowed it.

And there he was...Jungkook. Sitting at the edge of that vast bed like a shadow carved into flesh, shoulders broad, posture still but radiating power. His head was slightly lowered, but his eyes… his eyes tracked Jimin with the unwavering precision of a predator that had just caught sight of its prey.

His legs suddenly felt like cooked noodles. And for a brief, unsteady moment, Jimin wondered...not if he should step inside...but if he should run.

The instant Jimin’s eyes met his, Jungkook’s gaze sharpened, intense and unyielding. It was as if the world had narrowed to just this room, just this moment, just this trembling omega before him.

Jimin’s breath hitched, his heart pounding a wild tattoo against his ribs. Under that burning stare, every doubt, every scar, every fragile piece of him felt laid bare. He wanted to look away...wanted to retreat into the safety of shadows...but something held him rooted, captivated by the raw fire blazing in Jungkook’s eyes.

Without hesitation, Jungkook’s hand shot out, fingers curling around Jimin’s wrist with a strength that was both grounding and possessive. His touch was firm, but careful, like he was afraid to crush something precious.

His voice was low, ragged with emotion, a growl that rumbled deep in his chest. “You don’t have to be afraid here. Not with me.”

The words hit Jimin like a tidal wave, and the walls he’d built...walls forged from pain, fear, and loneliness...wavered for the first time in years.

Jungkook shifted his weight, the sharp ache in his side dulling as he pushed the pain to the background, his focus narrowing solely on the small, trembling figure standing before him. His thumb brushed soothingly over the back of Jimin’s hand, threading their fingers together as if to make them inseparable.

“Stay,” Jungkook whispered, voice softer now, laced with a desperate plea. “Don’t run.”

Jimin swallowed hard, the turmoil inside him colliding...hope and fear, relief and disbelief. His throat tightened, and finally, a small nod. The unspoken promise to try, to trust, to hold on.

The wolf that coiled within Jungkook’s chest howled its approval, fierce and relentless. Its fire spread through his veins, igniting every protective instinct, every shard of love and need he had long buried beneath the weight of power and responsibility.

They were bound now...not just by survival, not just by blood or duty...but by something ancient, fierce, and unbreakable.

By claim.

By fire.

By the undeniable truth that this omega was his.

Jungkook’s grip on Jimin’s wrist tightened ever so slightly, steadying them both. The air between them seemed to thicken, charged with a raw electricity that made Jimin’s skin tingle, hairs rising along his arms. His breath caught as the Alpha’s other hand reached out...slow, deliberate...and brushed a stray lock of hair back from Jimin’s forehead.

The touch was featherlight, but it sent a jolt straight to Jimin’s core, igniting a warmth that spread like wildfire beneath his skin. His pulse thundered wildly in his ears, and the room spun gently, the edges of his vision softening around the heat pooling in his belly.

Jungkook’s eyes bore into his, deep and unyielding, yet shimmering with something softer...something fierce and fragile all at once. He leaned forward just a fraction, and the faint scent of spice and wood curled closer, wrapping Jimin in an intoxicating embrace.

Slowly, impossibly, Jungkook’s hand slipped from Jimin’s wrist and slid down his arm, fingers trailing a path that left sparks in their wake. Every brush of skin against skin was a silent promise...a vow etched in heat and breath.

Jimin shivered, half from fear, half from something else he couldn’t name...a trembling need that begged to be acknowledged.

Without breaking eye contact, Jungkook closed the small distance between them, his body a solid wall of strength and warmth. The space was electric, taut with tension, but Jungkook didn’t rush. Instead, he pressed just the barest hint of his forehead to Jimin’s temple...a grounding touch, an unspoken plea for trust.

Jimin’s breath hitched again, his instincts screaming to retreat even as his heart urged him forward.

His hands...clumsy and trembling...reached up, tentatively resting on Jungkook’s chest. The heat radiating from beneath the soft fabric was mesmerizing, a steady pulse beneath his fingertips that matched the frantic beating of his own heart.

For a moment, time held its breath.

Then Jungkook’s arms came up to wrap around Jimin’s small frame, pulling him close with a possessive strength that left no room for doubt.

Jimin melted into the embrace, every doubt and fear dissolving into the fierce heat of belonging. His head rested against Jungkook’s shoulder, breath mingling with the steady rhythm of the Alpha’s heartbeat...a steady, relentless drum that promised protection, safety, and something dangerously close to home.

The massive wolf inside Jungkook howled, claiming not just with words, but with every inch of closeness, every breath shared in the silence.

They were bound...body and soul...by fire, by claim, by the unshakable truth that no matter what came next, neither would ever let go.

Jimin’s breath was ragged, his chest pressed tight against Jungkook’s solid frame, heat pooling low and fierce between them. The steady beat of Jungkook’s heart beneath his palm was hypnotic, almost drowning out the chaotic thunder of his own.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened, a hunger flickering to life...sharp, urgent, impossible to ignore. His hand moved slowly, deliberately, sliding beneath the loose fabric of Jimin’s sweater. Fingers ghosted over the smooth, warm skin beneath, tracing a path that set every nerve on fire. He reveled in the feel of his omega’s bare skin, vulnerable and soft, yet trembling beneath his touch.

The scent of Jimin...clean, sweet honey and lemons, touched with the wild tang of survival...filled Jungkook’s senses, pulling him deeper into the moment. His alpha instincts flared, fierce and possessive.

No one else would ever have this. No one else would touch what was his.

Without warning, Jungkook’s lips crashed down onto Jimin’s, urgent and demanding. The kiss was a claim as much as it was need...tongue flicking out, sliding over Jimin’s, seeking, tasting, claiming. There was a roughness to it, a hint of teeth grazing along his bottom lip that made Jimin gasp...a small, desperate sound that slid out as a whimper.

Jimin’s arms wrapped up around Jungkook’s neck, fingers tangling in the dark waves of his hair, pulling him closer as if he could erase every moment of fear and loneliness by simply holding on tighter. His body pressed fully into Jungkook’s, and without hesitation, he climbed...legs wrapping around the alpha’s waist, settling in his lap.

The warmth of Jungkook’s body seeped into him, a fierce promise of protection and possession. His heart hammered wildly, a frantic drum beneath the storm of sensation.

Jungkook growled low in his throat...a deep, vibrating sound that shook through Jimin’s chest and into his bones. It was a sound that spoke of territory, of warning to anyone who dared come near.

“You’re mine,” Jungkook murmured against his lips, voice rough with raw emotion."Do you understand now?"

The words sent a shiver racing down Jimin’s spine. Finally understanding what that meant.

"Your's." He whimpered.

Jimin’s lips parted beneath Jungkook’s, inviting, trembling. Their tongues tangled, moving together in a frantic dance...hungry, needy, desperate. Jungkook’s hands roamed with increasing possessiveness, one sliding down to grip Jimin’s hip firmly, the other lingering on the exposed skin of his stomach, memorizing every inch.

Jimin’s soft whimpers grew louder, mingling with Jungkook’s low growls, a symphony of need and claim that filled the small room.

The Alpha’s lips trailed from Jimin’s mouth down to his jaw, then his neck, leaving hot, burning kisses that made Jimin arch closer...searching, wanting more, needing to feel completely known, completely his.

Inside, Jungkook’s mind was a fierce tempest.

This omega was everything he’d denied himself for years. Fragile, fierce, broken...but his. The bond was already seared into his blood, deeper than pain, stronger than fear. No one else could touch him, couldn’t come close without paying in blood.

Jimin’s scent flooded his senses, mixing with the sharp tang of arousal and the sweeter notes of submission.

“Don’t run,” Jungkook growled into Jimin’s hair, his voice a low promise and a warning all at once.

Jimin’s reply was a trembling sigh against his neck, a silent vow to stay.

And Jungkook tightened his hold, possessive and relentless, as if he could fuse their bodies and souls into one unbreakable whole.

Because this...this was no longer just survival.

This was claim.

This was fire.

This was forever.

Jimin’s body was warm in Jungkook’s lap, arms, delicate and trembling but not pulling away. That alone did something dangerous to the alpha...something primal. The scent of him, honeyed citrus combined with his sandalwood and spice, curled around Jungkook’s senses, feeding the hunger he’d been trying to tame since the moment the omega walked into the room.

“You smell like mine,” Jungkook growled lowly, his mouth brushing the shell of Jimin’s ear. He couldn’t help it. The possessiveness thrummed through him like a war drum. “I hate that anyone else ever laid eyes on you.”

Jimin let out a soft, involuntary whimper, his fingers tightening where they clutched Jungkook’s shirt. He was trembling again, but not with fear.

The omega tilted his head, baring his throat...just a little. Just enough.

Jungkook’s breath caught.

His hand found Jimin’s waist, hot and firm, and the other slid up the curve of his back. And when their mouths crashed together again, it was nothing like the first kiss. This one was wild...teeth and tongue, mouths parted in need. Jimin made a soft keening noise as he sat on Jungkook’s lap, thighs wrapped around strong hips, arms winding around his neck like instinct had taken over.

The alpha’s hand slipped under the edge of Jimin’s oversized sweater, palm flattening against bare skin. Smooth, warm, addictive. Jungkook let out a growl from deep in his chest, his fingers spreading wide, gripping the small of Jimin’s back.

Jimin gasped into his mouth at the contact, nails curling into Jungkook’s shoulders.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Jungkook whispered against his lips. His voice was gravel and fire, thick with restraint. “You don’t even realize what you do to me.”

His nose brushed along Jimin’s cheek, scenting him, filling his lungs with the intoxicating mix of vulnerable omega and defiant survivor. He pulled back just enough to look at him...really look at him.

Jimin’s plush lips were kiss-swollen, his cheeks flushed. His eyes were dark and glassy, pupils wide, chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon.

“I should slow down,” Jungkook murmured, but his hands didn’t move from under the omega’s shirt. “I should take this slow. Be gentle with you. You’ve been through too much.”

Jimin leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, voice soft and shaky.

“But I don’t want slow.”

Jungkook groaned, guttural and low, forehead pressing harder against Jimin’s. His grip on Jimin’s waist tightened just enough to make the omega gasp. His instincts flared red-hot.

“You’re going to ruin me, omega.”

“And you…” Jimin breathed, hips brushing down against the alpha's lap, “...already ruined me.”

Jungkook’s hands trembled as they framed Jimin’s waist, thumbs stroking slow, reverent circles along the soft dip of his hips beneath the shirt. The scent of arousal and warm safety saturated the air between them, thick and unspoken. It wasn’t just physical...it was something else entirely. Something neither of them wanted to name just yet, but could feel in every glance, every breath.

Jimin’s mouth lingered just over Jungkook’s, lips still parted, pupils wide and dark like the omega was stuck between drowning and surrendering to it.

The alpha leaned in again...he needed one more taste.

But just as his mouth met Jimin’s with a low, needy hum...his phone rang.

Shrill.

Sharp.

Unforgiving.

Jungkook froze, growling against Jimin’s lips.

“Fuck.”

He reached blindly for the phone on the nightstand, not even looking at the screen, but he didn’t need to. Only one person dared to call him repeatedly like that...especially when he had his phone on Do Not Disturb.

Yoongi.

The second in command. His brother in blood and battle.

“Sorry, baby...hold on.” Jungkook kissed Jimin’s forehead quickly before answering, voice clipped.

“What.”

“Don, we’ve got a situation. You need to...”

Jungkook didn’t even let him finish. He hit the hold button and tossed the phone face-down on the mattress with a sigh, dragging a hand through his hair.

His breath was still shallow, heart racing like he’d just fought off death.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped, resting his forehead against Jimin’s shoulder. “That’s my underboss. I have to take it.”

Jimin blinked, still flushed, his breathing shaky but soft. He nodded slowly, brushing his fingers through Jungkook’s hair.

“It’s okay… I...” he hesitated, voice quieter now, “...I have to go get examined anyway. By Jin.”

Jungkook went completely still.

His head lifted, eyes darkening as he looked at the omega perched in his lap.

The bruise on Jimin’s cheek was stark in the golden light, a faded yellow reminder of everything that had been done to him. His frame was too slim. His wrist, visible beneath the cuff of his shirt, was delicate and bruised at the bone. His scent, though sweet, still held the faint edge of stress and malnutrition.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched.

A storm settled behind his eyes.

“You’re not just getting an exam,” he said, voice dangerously low. “I’m sending Jin orders to check everything. Your head. Your ribs. Your blood. Your scent glands. Your heat cycle. Every single bruise. Every. Damn. Thing.”

Jimin blinked in surprise, his lips parting. “Jungkook…”

“No,” Jungkook growled, thumb brushing ever so gently over the yellow mark on his cheek. “You were starving. You were hurt. I can still feel your ribs through your shirt. I should’ve...” He stopped himself, shaking his head, throat tightening. “You’re mine now. That means I fix everything they broke.”

Jimin’s eyes shimmered slightly, but he didn’t cry. He just leaned in, brushing his nose gently against Jungkook’s cheek, then whispered against his skin.

“I feel safe with you.”

Those words. Simple. Honest.

They cracked something deep inside Jungkook.

He cupped the back of Jimin’s neck and kissed him once...soft and slow this time. Like a promise.

Then he gently lifted him off his lap, his voice still rough but tender.

“Go see Jin. Tell him I’ll text the orders. And if anything hurts, anything, you say it. Understand?”

Jimin nodded, fingers lingering on Jungkook’s wrist.

“Okay.”

Another kiss. Brief. Lips barely brushing.

Then the omega stepped out of the room, scent trailing behind him like warm honey and fresh squeezed lemons.

Jungkook picked up the phone and stared at it for a second, thumb hovering over the call button...but his thoughts were far from the business Yoongi needed to discuss.

They were with an omega in the next room.

The one who made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t too far gone.

He ran a hand over his face, trying to ground himself. But before he could sink too deep into his thoughts, his phone vibrated again in his hand.

Yoongi.

With a sharp breath, Jungkook answered and lifted the phone to his ear. “Go.”

Yoongi’s voice came through low and steady. “You’re not gonna like this.”

“I’m already not liking a lot of things today,” Jungkook muttered, pacing slowly across the room. “Start talking.”

Yoongi hesitated, which meant it was bad.

“Alistar Petrov has opened an omega heat house down by the docks. Our docks.”

The words landed like a blade in Jungkook’s gut.

Alistar Petrov. That son of a bitch. The Russian boss of the Moonfang Syndicate. He'd been a rival of the Nocturne Syndicate since Jungkook's parents were murdered.

“What?” he growled, voice low and venomous. His jaw clenched so tightly he could feel it twitch.

“Confirmed it twenty minutes ago. Surveillance feed caught his enforcers moving omegas inside the warehouse. Same ones we ID’d from his prostitution ring. Same tags. Same vans. He’s using the same fucking tactics again.”

Jungkook stopped walking. Rage clawed up the back of his throat.

Yoongi kept going. “There’s more. We pulled satellite feed and facial recognition...Jungkook, he’s the one who ordered your hit. We tracked the movements. Payment logs. Same assassin squad. Alistar was behind it.”

Silence.

Jungkook’s fingers flexed around the phone until his knuckles turned white. He could feel the beast inside him rattling its chains, snarling and furious.

His voice dropped into something colder than ice. “You sure?”

Yoongi didn’t miss a beat. “Positive.”

Jungkook’s breath hissed through his teeth. “Send word to Namjoon. Tell him to take a team. I want Alistar’s rats followed. I want them cornered. I want them to bleed.”

“You want them dead?”

“Yes,” Jungkook growled. “I want Alistar to know we found his rot. I want a body dropped at his doorstep. Eyes gouged. Teeth shattered. Throat slit. I want him to understand...you don’t fuck with the Nocturne Syndicate.”

Yoongi exhaled, a small sound of approval. “Message received. I’ll handle it.”

“Good,” Jungkook snapped. “Now burn that fucking heat house to the ground.”

Yoongi paused. “Jungkook...you good?”

Jungkook's throat worked. His eyes flicked toward the hallway where Jimin had gone. The bruise on his omega’s cheek still burned into his memory. So thin. So tired.

“I will be,” he muttered. Then he ended the call without another word.

The silence that followed was deafening.

He stood there for a moment, chest rising and falling with the weight of what he’d just heard. Fury crackled under his skin like lightning beneath a storm. He wanted to shift. Wanted to hunt. Tear something apart. Alistar’s face flashed in his mind and Jungkook saw red.

But then…

Jimin.

The image came unbidden...big eyes filled with hesitation and a quiet, heartbreaking hope. That fragile voice whispering “…Okay. I’ll come with you.”

And the memory of his fingers brushing over that bruised cheek. The way Jimin had leaned into him, soft and trusting, despite all the hell he’d been through.

That was what mattered right now.

He swallowed, forcing his heartbeat to slow, his instincts to settle. He wouldn't lose control. Not tonight.

Jungkook unlocked his phone again and opened his message thread with Jin.

Jungkook:

Full exam on my omega. Head to toe. I want everything checked. Blood work too. Everything.

Don’t miss a damn thing, Jin. I’m trusting you.

Make sure he’s safe. Make sure he’s okay.

And come to me with the results the second you’re done.

He stared at the message for a moment before hitting send.

Jungkook ran his thumb over the phone screen, slowly. His reflection stared back at him from the glass...eyes dark, jaw tight, shoulders drawn with tension.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the idea of Jimin in a heat house. It could’ve been him. Just one more day. One more hour in that alley. If he hadn't shown up in that bakery when he did. It could have been Jimin. That could have been the life his omega was living.

And now Jimin was his.

No one would ever touch him again.

Jungkook would burn the whole world before he let another hand be laid on that omega.

He tucked the phone away and let out a long breath, steadying himself.

It had begun.

Alistar had made the first move.

Now it was time to respond.

And this time, Jungkook wouldn’t be the one bleeding.

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The sterile lighting is soft, intentionally so...Jin designed this room for omegas first, not patients. Pale sage walls, warm-toned wood cabinetry, no harsh steel, no cold exam tables. Just a padded reclining chair, a blanket if needed, and Jin’s gentle presence.

Jimin sits on the edge of the chair, hands folded neatly in his lap, nerves bubbling in his chest like too-hot tea. He flinches when the door opens, but it’s only Jin, smiling softly and holding a tablet.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Jin says gently, closing the door behind him. “I got Jungkook’s message. He wants me to do a full workup on you.”

Jimin nods quickly. “O-okay…”

“No need to be nervous,” Jin adds, sensing the tightness in Jimin’s posture. “I just need to ask you some personal questions before I draw your blood and get the scans. Nothing scary.”

Jimin offers him a small nod.

“Alright,” Jin sits across from him, tablet balanced on his knee. “Let’s start simple. When was your last heat?”

Jimin swallows. “Six months ago.”

“Did you spend it alone or with a partner?” Jin asks, not looking up from his notes. “And any complications?”

“I was alone,” Jimin says softly. “And… no. No complications other than excruciating pain.”

That makes Jin glance up. An unbonded, unclaimed omega going through heat alone in this city is rare...and dangerous. But Jimin says it so plainly, like it's normal. Like it's always been that way.

Jin doesn’t press. Yet.

He taps his pen to the screen. “When were you last sexually active?”

There’s a beat.

Then Jimin flushes deep pink. “I… I haven’t been. I’ve never…”

His voice trails off, cheeks redder now.

Jin’s fingers still over the screen.

Never?

He masks his surprise with a neutral nod. “Thank you for telling me. That helps me rule out a few risks.”

Jin moves gently through the rest. “Have your heats always been regular?”

“Yes. Like clockwork,” Jimin murmurs.

“Good. Any underlying medical conditions I should know about? Allergies? Surgeries?”

Jimin shakes his head… then hesitates. He looks down, fiddling with the hem of the long sleeve he’s wearing. His voice lowers again.

“...A few years ago, I went to a free clinic.”

Jin tilts his head. “Okay…”

“They told me I… I was infertile.” Jimin's voice trembles a little. “They said my heats were extremely painful because of how malnourished I’d been. For too long. I didn’t have enough nutrients to support a cycle properly…or to carry.”

Jin stills completely.

Jimin lifts his eyes slowly. There’s no bitterness in them. Just the quiet acceptance of someone who’s been told not to hope.

“They said it was permanent,” he finishes. “I didn’t go back.”

Jin’s throat tightens.

“Thank you for telling me that,” he says softly. “I’ll run the tests, do an ultrasound...see what we’re dealing with, okay? A lot can change in a few years.”

Jimin just nods.

But Jin is already thinking...about iron levels, hormone imbalances, omega regulation cycles, suppressed reproductive markers, luteinizing hormone production, body fat percentage. Years of starvation and stress can shut down the reproductive system entirely, but sometimes… sometimes it's not permanent.

Sometimes the body just needs safety. Rest. Nourishment.

And someone to protect it.

Jin stands, voice kind. “I’m going to draw your blood now, okay? Then we’ll do a full physical and run scans. I’ll be gentle.”

Jimin offers him a brave little smile. “Okay.”

As Jin slips on his gloves, he finds himself more determined than ever.

Because no omega should’ve ever gone through heat alone. No omega should’ve ever been told they were broken and then left to live with it.

Jin doesn’t know yet what happened to Jimin. But he knows enough.

And he understands now why Jungkook’s text had come through so urgently, so specifically.

This omega is important.

And God help the man who ever tried to take that away.

After he drew blood he had Jimin sit on the exam table while he put on a new pair of gloves. Jimin sat perched on the edge of the padded table, fingers twisting anxiously in the hem of his oversized sleeves. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, mixing faintly with the warmth of roses...Jin’s natural omega scent, soft and comforting, like blooming petals under sunlight.

Jin was gentle, his voice low and calm as he worked. “I’m going to palpate your scent glands now. Let me know if anything hurts.”

Jimin nodded, exposing the side of his neck with a quiet, obedient tilt. He flinched the moment Jin’s fingers pressed against the swollen gland beneath his skin.

“Mm,” Jin hummed, frowning. “They’re inflamed. Tender. You’ve gone too long without being scented, haven’t you?”

Jimin gave a small, embarrassed nod, unable to meet his eyes.

Jin didn’t comment further. "Go ahead and lay back for me so I can palpitate your organs."

Jimin laid back against the crinkly paper and took a deep breath. Jin's hands moved carefully, professionally, now pressing lower...warm fingers gliding over Jimin’s clothed belly before gently applying pressure lower down, over his uterus. Jimin inhaled sharply and tensed, eyes going wide.

“There,” Jin said softly. “Pain?”

“Y-Yeah. A little,” Jimin admitted, voice small.

Jin exhaled and stepped back, setting his gloves aside. “Your uterus is extremely tender. Combined with the scent from your glands, I’d say your heat is very close...a few days at most. I can already smell the early shift in your hormones.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed. He looked down, heart fluttering with a quiet kind of dread.

"Let me do an ultrasound," Jin said as he rolled his stool closer, the ultrasound machine already set up beside him. “Alright, Jimin,” he said in that calm, patient tone that made people instinctively trust him. “We’re just going to take a look. Nothing invasive, just an abdominal scan for now.”

Jimin gave a small nod, his throat too tight to trust his voice.

“Lift your sweater for me, and lower your pants a bit...just to here,” Jin instructed, gesturing to Jimin’s lower belly. He reached for a bottle of gel, the plastic cap clicking open with a soft pop. “It’ll be a little cold.”

The first touch of the gel made Jimin flinch, the cool slickness spreading over the soft skin of his lower abdomen. The scent of roses...Jin’s scent...was faint but steady, grounding him as the transducer pressed lightly into his skin.

On the monitor, shifting shades of grey began to take shape. Jin’s eyes flicked between the screen and his patient, his hand steady as he moved the probe in small, deliberate arcs. “Uterus looks healthy… good thickness to the lining,” he murmured more to himself than to Jimin. He adjusted the angle, scanning deeper. “Ovaries present, both sides…no cysts. Follicles look normal for your cycle phase.”

Jimin stared at the ceiling, holding his breath without realizing it. A part of him...the part trained by years of disappointment...was waiting for the blow. It was easier to brace for bad news than to hope.

But Jin’s voice carried no shadow of concern. “No signs of scarring or structural abnormalities. Blood flow looks good.” He tapped a few keys, freezing the image on the screen. “From what I’m seeing here, there’s nothing to indicate infertility. Everything’s…perfectly fine.”

The words didn’t land right away. They just sat there, heavy and unreal.

Jimin blinked, his voice barely a whisper. “What? Are…are you sure? But they said...”

Jin looked at him then, really looked, reading the disbelief in his eyes. “I’m sure,” he said firmly. “I don’t know what clinic told you that you were infertile, but it was a misdiagnosis. You’re healthy, Jimin. Completely capable of carrying. We just need to get more nutrients in you.”

The breath Jimin released was shaky, almost a laugh...fragile and disbelieving. His heart pounded in his chest, but this time it wasn’t from fear. For the first time in years, his mind was overjoyed.

And as a single tear rolled down his cheek, blurring his vision, only one thought passed through his mind.

Pups.

The word felt like sunlight breaking through a lifetime of clouds, warm and terrifying all at once.

Jin reached for a soft towel, carefully wiping the cool gel from Jimin’s stomach before helping him straighten his clothes. With a steady hand, he guided him to sit up.

“Are you planning to go through your heat alone?” Jin’s tone was gentle, but there was no mistaking the concern threading through it.

Jimin’s shoulders went rigid, his gaze dropping to the floor. His silence spoke louder than any words.

“I wouldn’t recommend it,” Jin continued softly. “Not in your condition. The pain can be… debilitating.” He leaned forward slightly, his voice taking on a warmer, almost brotherly note. “You’re not alone anymore, Jimin. Not unless you choose to be. I just want you to know that.”

Something in Jimin’s throat closed up, a pressure of emotion that made it hard to swallow. “Thank you…for telling me.”

Jin smiled kindly. “I’ll have your lab results tomorrow. We’ll work on getting you the supplements and food you need. One step at a time, okay?”

Jimin nodded, slid carefully off the table, and bowed. “Thank you for your time, doctor.”

He left quietly, the soft patter of his feet barely audible as the door clicked shut behind him. His heart felt full...so full it was almost overwhelming...to finally know he could have pups. But the rush of emotions had left him strangely drained. Shoulders heavy, he made his way back to his room, each step slow and quiet.

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The room was warm, softly lit by the amber glow of a lamp on the nightstand. Jimin had just barely stepped inside when the door clicked again behind him. A housemaid entered with a silver tray balanced in her arms.

“Dinner,” she said politely, setting the tray down on the small table in the corner. “The don sent it up personally.”

Jimin blinked. “The…don?”

She smiled. “The Alpha of the house...Mr. Jeon.”

Then she bowed and left.

Jimin walked slowly to the tray, heart beating faster with each step. When he pulled the cover off, the scent hit him first...rich roasted meats, soft fluffy rice, braised vegetables glistening with sauce, freshly baked rolls. A bowl of warm soup, still steaming. A pitcher of cold water with lemon slices.

It was too much.

His knees hit the edge of the chair as he sat, staring at the meal in disbelief. He hadn’t had food like this in years...not since his mother’s kitchen, long before he ran, before everything fell apart.

No scraps. No stale bread. No begging.

A trembling breath left him. Then another. His vision blurred as tears welled in his eyes, falling quietly into his lap before he could stop them.

He cried alone, in silence. Because he wasn’t hungry anymore. Because someone had remembered him. Cared enough to feed him.

Because someone...his alpha...had thought about him.

With a soft sniffle, Jimin picked up the spoon and took his first bite.

He ate everything.

Every single bite.

And when his stomach was full and his eyes dry, he curled up in the soft bed beneath thick covers, letting warmth wrap around his fragile body.

He didn’t think about his past.

He didn’t think about his scars.

He fell asleep thinking only of the alpha...the one with dark, haunted eyes and a voice that rumbled low like distant thunder. The one whose gaze made his heart race in ways he couldn’t explain, like every look was a silent claim. The one who's lips had set fire to his body with want.

And as sleep pulled him under, Jimin thought about that alpha being the father of his pups.

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That night, Jungkook sat at his desk, waiting.

The fire crackled in the hearth behind him, but he barely heard it over the steady tick of the clock. His gaze never strayed from the door. When Jin finally stepped inside, Jungkook straightened, his sharp eyes locking on the physician like a predator sighting prey.

“Close the door.”

Jin obeyed, shutting it softly before crossing the room, tablet in hand. “I’m here, but let me start by saying I could get in serious trouble for this.”

“Your license is safe,” Jungkook replied flatly. “Talk.”

Jin exhaled, coming to stand in front of the desk. “You asked for a full exam. I did it. Jimin didn’t resist.”

“And?”

“He’s underweight,” Jin said, glancing at the screen. “Badly. He’s twenty-one years old and weighs a hundred pounds. For his height, that’s severe. Long-term malnutrition, muscle loss, vitamin deficiencies...B12 and iron especially. His scent glands were swollen and tender when I palpated them. His uterus is inflamed. I could smell it faintly, but…” Jin’s gaze flicked up. “His heat is approaching. Soon.”

Jungkook’s hands curled into slow, deliberate fists. His voice dropped to a growl. “How soon?”

“A few days. Maybe less. And in his condition, it’s going to be painful.”

The alpha said nothing at first. His mind replayed the sight of the small omega in those soft, too-big clothes… the way he had flinched at the slightest touch, even when Jungkook had been careful… the way his eyes had lit up at a simple meal. That was the kind of brightness you only saw in someone who had been starved of light.

“Did he say anything about…”

“No,” Jin interrupted. “But someone hurt him. You don’t get a body like his without years of deprivation. And you don’t flinch like that unless someone taught you to.”

Jungkook’s jaw flexed.

“I told him not to go through heat alone,” Jin added. “And he listened. Thanked me, even. He’s… sweet. You probably know that by now.”

“He’s not spending it alone.” Jungkook’s tone left no room for argument.

Jin arched a brow. “You volunteering?”

Silence stretched.

Then: “I’m not letting him suffer. Either I help him through it, or he’s sedated.”

Jin gave a small nod. “I’ll send over supplements. But Jungkook… he needs more than food and medicine.”

“I know,” the alpha said, his voice cool but unwavering. “He needs safety. Stability. Someone to protect him.”

“And warmth,” Jin said softly. “Someone who sees him as more than something broken to be fixed.”

Jungkook didn’t respond, but the flicker in his eyes was answer enough.

When Jin left, closing the door behind him, Jungkook leaned back in his chair and let out a slow breath.

No connections had been made. No dark threads pulled. Not yet.

All he knew was that Jimin had come into his life like something fragile and fading...and Jungkook would burn the whole world to make sure he never faded again.

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The mansion was silent except for the soft tick of the clock in the hall. Jungkook moved through the shadows with deliberate quiet, his gaze locked on the closed door of Jimin’s room.

He stopped just outside and pressed an ear to the wood, catching the steady rhythm of Jimin’s breathing...fragile, even, yet alive. The alpha’s chest tightened.

Inside, Jimin lay curled beneath the heavy blankets, pale cheeks flushed even in the dimness. The faint scent of sandalwood and spice...their combined scents...lingered on the sheets, mingling with something sweeter now, a wet warmth Jungkook recognized all too well.

His nostrils flared. His lips parted slightly. The pheromones teased him, stirred something ancient and fierce inside.

Jungkook stepped in, the door clicking softly behind him. His eyes roamed over every inch of the omega’s slumbering form...the delicate curve of his jaw, the flutter of lashes against smooth skin, the rise and fall of a chest too thin, too vulnerable.

A low rumble vibrated from his throat as he moved closer, fingers reaching out to brush a stray midnight lock of hair from Jimin’s forehead. His palm rested lightly against the scent gland at the base of Jimin’s neck, inhaling deeply.

The omega whimpered softly, lips parting in a small, sleepy sigh. Jungkook’s hold tightened protectively, possessively.

“I'll never let anyone hurt you again,” he whispered, voice rough like gravel but coated with something softer beneath. “No one else touches you.”

Jimin’s eyelids fluttered as he whimpered a single word, “Alpha.”

Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of Jimin’s mouth, then trailed it down his neck, teeth grazing lightly as he marked him. His fingers trailed patterns on Jimin’s ribs, careful but hungry, tracing the curves of the omega’s small frame.

The scent of Jimin’s impending heat was thick in the air, intoxicating and raw. Jungkook inhaled deeply, his chest rising with a low, possessive rumble.

He wasn’t letting go. Not now. Not ever.

Silently, with one last lingering look, Jungkook stepped back. The door closed softly behind him, leaving the room cloaked once more in quiet and shadow...Jimin still lost in sleep, unaware of the alpha’s fierce protection watching over him.

Chapter Text

Later the same night:

The alley was the kind of dark that felt alive.

It clung to Jimin like damp cloth, swallowing the meager light from a half-dead streetlamp flickering at the far end. The only sound was the wind sighing through trash-strewn gutters and the faint drip of water from a leaking pipe above the dumpster he was crouched behind. His thin frame was folded in on itself...knees drawn up, chin resting on top, arms wrapped tight, as if he could make himself smaller, invisible.

Cold bit at his bare fingers until they felt more like glass than flesh. His breath came in sharp little puffs of steam that curled away into the dark. His stomach cramped, the ache so deep it was almost dizzying...two days now since he’d eaten anything more than a hard, stale roll scavenged from the shelter’s donation bin. His lips were cracked, and his throat burned with thirst.

It had been a long time since anyone looked at him with kindness. Longer still since he’d slept without fear.

Then...

Footsteps.

Slow. Steady. Heavy enough that the sound seemed to travel through the ground into his bones.

Jimin’s head snapped up, heart already pounding in his ears.

A man emerged from the shadows at the mouth of the alley. He didn’t look like someone from this part of the city...too well-fed, too neatly dressed. His black leather jacket caught the weak light, polished boots clicking softly against the pavement. There was a swagger in his step, the kind that said he’d never once been prey.

And his scent...

Jimin flinched as it hit him. Alpha. Potent, sharp, and edged with something oily, cloying, and wrong.

The man’s lips curled into a smile that was too practiced, too smooth. “Oh, hello,” he said in a voice that felt like velvet hiding a blade. “Wouod you by any chance be looking for a job?”

Jimin instinctively pressed himself deeper into the shadow behind the dumpster, trying to make himself disappear.

“Hey, relax.” The alpha crouched down until they were eye-level, his head tilted in a mockery of concern. “I’m not here to hurt you. My boss...he’s got a pup. Needs someone to take care of him. He’s looking for a live in omega babysitter. A nice one.”

The words sank into Jimin like baited hooks. A pup? A job? Food? Warmth? The image bloomed unbidden in his mind...him in a heated room with a blanket around his shoulders, a real meal in his hands. A place to belong, even temporarily.

“I… I don’t have experience with pups,” Jimin murmured, voice hoarse.

“That’s fine. You’re an omega, you’ll be perfect.” The alpha’s smile widened in a way that made Jimin’s skin prickle. “He’ll pay well. Feed you. Keep you safe. C’mon, you can’t stay out here.”

His legs trembled as he stood, but desperation and hunger was a powerful thing. He let the man lead him to the curb, where a sleek black car idled. The door was opened for him with a strange politeness, as if he were being honored.

He missed the way the alpha’s nostrils flared, the way his pupils narrowed in satisfaction at catching Jimin’s scent.

The city lights bled away as they drove, replaced by the sodium glow of industrial lamps and the low hum of the docks. The air smelled of salt, oil, and something metallic. When the car finally stopped, Jimin stared at the building before them...dark glass windows, tinted black, music thudding faintly from somewhere inside.

It didn’t look like a home.

Inside, the smell hit him like a physical blow. Heat. Rut. Slick. His stomach twisted with unease.

“This way,” the enforcer said, leading him down a narrow hallway that seemed to stretch too far. His knuckles rapped on a door before he opened it without waiting for a reply.

The alpha inside was tall, broad-shouldered, late 40's, dressed in a black suit that fit like it had been sewn directly onto him. His hair was sleek, his posture relaxed, but his eyes...dark and assessing...moved over Jimin with slow precision, as if cataloging every inch of him.

Then...

The scent.

Black licorice. Thick, bitter-sweet, and suffocating. Jimin’s nose wrinkled before he could stop himself. He hated that smell...always had. It was sharp and cloying all at once, and it made his skin crawl.

“You must be the omega,” the alpha said with a heavy Russian accent and a smile that showed too much teeth. “I’ve been needing someone to care for my pup. Live-in position. You’ll be well compensated.”

Jimin hesitated, but the ache in his belly was relentless. “…I’ll take the job.”

“Do you have any family? A mate who might object to you living with me?”

Jimin shook his head. “No. I’m alone. I don't have a family.”

“A shame,” the alpha murmured, stepping closer. “A beautiful omega like you… all alone.” He paused. “What about a boyfriend? Ever had a boyfriend?”

The questions where starting to irritate him...at that point he was tired of the questions and so hungry that he answered without thinking about what he was saying. “No… I’ve never even had sex much less a boyfri...”

“Ahh, a virgin, then.” The alpha’s voice dropped, low and almost reverent. His pupils dilated, his smile twisting into something darker. “Perfect.”

The change was instant...predator replacing politeness.

Before Jimin could step back, the alpha lunged, his grip like iron around clamping down on Jimin’s arms. “You’ll belong to me now. You’re mine.”

The room blurred as he was dragged into another chamber. The scent here was overwhelming...heat, slick, sweat. A heat room. A prostitution house for omegas.

“No...let me go!” Jimin shoved at the alpha’s chest.

The slap came fast, stinging so hard his vision went white at the edges. The punch to his ribs knocked the air from his lungs, pain radiating outward like fire.

Something in him broke.

His gaze caught on a heavy statue on the side table. He grabbed it and swung with everything he had.

The alpha staggered, then dropped. Blood trickled from the corner of his temple.

Jimin didn’t wait to see if he was unconscious. He threw open the window, ignoring the glass that bit into his palms, and hauled himself out.

He ran.

Down alleys, over fences, through streets so empty they felt abandoned. His shoes tore, his feet bled, but he didn’t stop until the world blurred and his body gave out. He collapsed behind another building, chest heaving, shaking so hard he thought his bones might rattle apart.

He had almost been captured and forced to work in an omega heat house. His desperation almost cost him his life. 

Next time he'd be more careful. 

He couldn't afford not to.

Jimin’s eyes flew open, his breath snagging in his throat. The room was dark, shadows pooling in every corner throughout the room, but the nightmare clung to him with cruel tenacity. His chest rose and fell in ragged bursts, each inhale feeling too shallow, as if the air itself had thickened. Sweat dampened his hairline, trickling down his temples, and his hands fisted into the blanket as though holding on for dear life.

That scent...black licorice...still lingered in his mind, bitter and cloying, coating his tongue like something rotten. He could almost taste it when he swallowed.

A knock cracked through the silence.

“Jimin?” Jungkook’s voice. Low, steady… but there was an edge to it tonight. Alert. Watching. "Are you okay? You smelled distressed as I was walking by."

Before Jimin could answer, the door opened. Jungkook stepped inside, and the change in his posture was instantaneous. His gaze swept the room in one calculated pass, checking for threats, before locking on Jimin.

Jimin knew he must have looked awful...wide-eyed, shaking, his scent muddled with fear.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened.

Two strides and he was there, sinking onto the bed without hesitation, his hands already on Jimin. He pulled him in, one arm banding tightly around his waist, the other cupping the back of his head. His body was solid heat, a shield, his heartbeat slow and steady against Jimin’s cheek.

“Shhh,” Jungkook murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. “Alpha’s here.."

The word alpha slipped from Jimin’s lips before he could think. “Alpha…Alpha” It was broken, shaky, but it felt safe. The syllables anchored him in the present.

Jungkook’s palm slid in long, grounding strokes down his back. “Tell me,” he urged gently. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Jimin’s throat worked, but for a moment no sound came. Then it broke free...a shaky exhale, followed by words, jagged and halting.

He told him.

The alley.

The cold.

The enforcer with the too-slick smile.

The false job offer.

The drive to that building that reeked of rut and heat.

And then… him.

The alpha in the tailored suit. The questions, the moment his inexperience slipped out, and how the man’s eyes had shifted...gone from amused to hungry. The grab, the slap, the blow to his ribs. The desperate swing of the statue. The fall. The escape through the window.

By the time he finished, his voice was barely above a whisper, but his body told the rest of the story. He was trembling so hard Jungkook could feel it.

“What was his name?” Jungkook growled, each word precise and sharp.

“I don’t know,” Jimin admitted. His breath hitched. “But…he had a heavy Russian accent...and his scent. I’ll never forget it. It was so repugnant. Black licorice.”

The change in Jungkook was immediate. His body went still in that dangerous way predators do before they strike. His arms tightened, not in comfort now, but in possession...holding Jimin as if daring the world to try and take him. His jaw clenched, and his scent shifted, sharp with fury and dominance.

He knew that scent.

He knew exactly who it belonged to.

Alistar Petrov.

Jimin’s voice cracked. “I didn’t… I couldn’t stop him at first. He was so strong...I...” His eyes squeezed shut, and the tears he’d been holding back finally broke free, hot and unrelenting. They streaked down his cheeks, his breathing stuttering into sobs. “I thought… he was going to…I thought I wouldn’t get away.”

Jungkook’s chest rumbled with a sound that was part growl, part vow. He angled Jimin’s face up, his thumb brushing away the tears even as more spilled. “You did get away. He didn’t break you.” His tone was fierce, absolute. “And now he’s mine to deal with.”

Jimin shook his head weakly. “I don’t want you getting hurt...”

But Jungkook cut him off, his grip firm. “Listen to me, baby.” His voice dropped lower, almost a growl. “No one lays a hand on what’s mine. No one. I don’t care who he is, or what power he thinks he has. That alpha signed his death warrant the moment he touched you.”

The words should have been frightening, but they weren’t. They were steady. Certain. Protective in a way that settled something raw and frayed in Jimin’s chest.

Jimin pressed his face into Jungkook’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent of sandalwood and spice. “Alpha…” he whispered again, softer this time.

Jungkook adjusted his hold, cradling him fully in his lap now, one hand splayed protectively over the small of his back, the other threading into his hair. “You’re safe,” he murmured, his voice turning gentle again...but the steel beneath it never faded. “I’ve got you. He’ll never get near you again. I swear it on my life.”

And for the first time since waking, Jimin felt his lungs loosen. The darkness of the nightmare still lingered, but wrapped in Jungkook’s arms...with that vow still hanging in the air...it no longer felt like it could swallow him whole.

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Jungkook stayed.

Even after Jimin’s trembling had eased and his breathing evened out, he stayed.

The omega lay curled beneath the covers now, head pillowed on his arm, puffy lips parted just slightly. His lashes cast shadows across his cheeks, and in the muted light of the room, his skin looked almost porcelain-soft...like the kind of thing meant to be treasured, not touched by the filth of the world.

Jungkook sat in the chair beside the bed, elbows resting on his knees, watching the steady rise and fall of Jimin’s chest.

He told himself he was only making sure he stayed calm. That the nightmare wouldn’t claw its way back in. That was all.

But that wasn’t all.

Something about him… Jungkook couldn’t look away. There was a quiet sort of beauty in the way Jimin slept...like a wild thing that had finally been coaxed into rest, but could bolt at the wrong sound. The omega’s lips were soft and pale pink, stuck in a perpetual pout, the faintest sheen of sweat still on his temple from before. A loose strand of black hair curled across his cheek, and Jungkook had the insane urge to brush it away just to see his whole face unobscured. 

He was beautiful.

He leaned forward, close enough to hear the little hum of sound Jimin made on the exhale.

It tugged at something deep in his chest...not the sharp, immediate pull of desire, but something heavier. Something that felt suspiciously like...need.

Before he could overthink it, he bent down. The kiss he pressed to Jimin’s forehead was feather-light, a whisper of contact that lingered for just a beat longer than necessary. The omega stirred faintly but didn’t wake.

He stood, drawing in a slow breath to bank the tension coiling in him, and stepped out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

He’d barely made it halfway down the hall when his phone buzzed.

Yoongi.

Jungkook answered immediately. “Yeah.”

“He got it,” Yoongi’s voice came, dry and unhurried...but beneath that, there was satisfaction. “Our package was delivered an hour ago. Right to his front step. And Taehyung lit that heat house up like it was the fourth of fucking July. It was poetic really." The alpha chuckled darkly.

Jungkook didn’t need him to specify which package. The bloody ‘gift’ they’d arranged for Alistar...a very clear warning that his last stunt wouldn’t be forgiven.

Yoongi continued, “Our informant says Petrov opened the door himself. Saw it. Saw the body. And here’s the fun part...within fifteen minutes, he was packing.”

Jungkook’s brows drew together. “Packing?”

“Mm. Took off. Disappeared. But before he left, he had…a moment.” Yoongi’s tone shifted slightly, more pointed now. “Kept muttering about how his omega got away. How he needs him back. How he won’t stop until he does.”

The words landed like cold iron in Jungkook’s gut.

Not just an omega.

His omega.

The alpha inside him roared at the claim, a vicious, possessive snarl he could almost hear in his head. His hand tightened on the phone, knuckles whitening.

“Yoongi,” Jungkook said slowly, his voice dropping into something that wasn’t entirely human. “It’s Jimin.”

There was a pause on the other end. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” Jungkook bit out. “He told me tonight about an alpha who tried to take him. Who hurt him. Heavy Russian accent. Scent like black licorice. It’s him. Petrov.”

He didn’t tell Yoongi about the way Jimin’s voice had broken when he’d said it. Or the way his whole body had gone small and defensive. He didn’t need to. The image was already carved into his mind, and it wasn’t going anywhere.

Yoongi swore under his breath.

“I want security doubled around him at all times,” Jungkook said, the words coming out like commands, sharp and final. “Nobody gets near him without my say-so. I want eyes on every exit, every hallway. If Petrov so much as takes a shit in this city, I want to know.”

“You think he’s stupid enough to come here?” Yoongi asked.

“I think he’s desperate enough.” Jungkook’s jaw flexed. “And if he does…he won’t leave breathing.”

The truth was, the thought of another alpha even thinking about putting hands on Jimin made something in him dangerously unstable. Jungkook had always been a man who could control himself in the heat of business, who could think ten steps ahead...but when it came to Jimin, there was nothing strategic or logic about the way he felt. It was primal. Bone-deep.

On the other end of the line, Yoongi’s voice was steady again. “Consider it done.”

Jungkook ended the call, sliding the phone into his pocket with deliberate calm.

But calm was the last thing he felt.

Beneath the veneer, his blood was a steady drumbeat of one promise:

Alistar Petrov would never get close to what was his.

Jungkook ended the call with a curt goodbye, the cold fury from Yoongi’s words still simmering just beneath his skin. He turned sharply, and moved with purposeful strides down the hall back toward Jimin’s room. His mind raced with threats and possibilities, but right now there was only one priority...his omega’s safety.

Pushing open the door, Jungkook stepped inside and immediately felt the soft rhythm of Jimin’s breathing. His tiny omega lay curled under the blankets where he'd left him, breath warm and steady, a soft puff of it escaping every few seconds, lashes fanned across pale cheeks. It should have been enough to soothe him. It wasn’t. His instincts didn’t understand stillness; they demanded action.

Jungkook began at the bedroom door. The heavy oak slab already had a custom deadbolt...his deadbolt, drilled in himself the very first week he took the mansion...but tonight, it wasn’t enough. He slid it into place with a quiet click, then tested it again, putting his full weight into the handle. No give. Still, he locked the lower latch, then the secondary chain, then slid the small steel bar into the hinge plate...one of his own designs, meant to keep a door from opening even if the hinges were removed.

From there, he moved to the balcony doors. Tall, elegant panes of glass framed in polished wood...an aesthetic choice Jungkook had hated from the beginning. Too many points of entry. Too much visibility. He ran his fingers along the latch, then the secondary slide lock, then drew out the discreet reinforced steel rod from the sideboard and set it into place, so the glass couldn’t be forced open more than a few inches.

The windows next. He checked every latch, twisting and tugging with silent precision. He imagined, unbidden, someone climbing the outer wall, cutting through the night with malicious intent. His grip on the frame tightened until his knuckles blanched. Not here. Not to him. Not to his.

When he was satisfied the room was as close to a fortress as it could be, Jungkook crossed to the dresser, opened the top drawer, and retrieved the handgun he kept hid. The weight was familiar, grounding. A matte-black sidearm, magazine full, safety off. He checked the chamber anyway, the metallic click echoing too loud in the hush of the room.

He settled into the armchair nearest the bed, one leg stretched out, the other bent so his elbow could rest on his knee. The gun sat in his lap, his hand loose but ready. From here, he could see every entry point, every shadow. His gaze never left Jimin for long...watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, the way his fingers twitched faintly in dreams.

Hours passed like that. The house was silent, but Jungkook’s senses stayed sharp, his mind cycling through every possible threat. He thought about the Alistar Petrov, about nameless predators who wouldn’t hesitate to take a beautiful omega like Jimin if given half a chance. He thought about the bruises he’d once seen on him, about the haunted edges in his eyes when certain topics brushed too close.

It made his jaw lock. It made his blood run hot. And under all that heat was something deeper...an ache that was almost painful. Because Jimin wasn’t just some omega in his care. He was the one. The only one Jungkook would ever choose. And the thought of someone taking him…even breathing the same air as him without permission...

Jungkook’s fingers curled tighter around the grip of the gun.

Sometime in the small hours, Jimin shifted, sighing softly, his face turning toward Jungkook even in sleep. That was when it hit him again...how fragile this all could be if he wasn’t vigilant. He promised himself right then that no harm would come near this bed, this room, his omega. Not while Jungkook was still breathing.

And so he sat there until dawn, not closing his eyes once, every muscle coiled and ready. He was the wall between Jimin and the world, and he would hold that line until the end.

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Before his eyes even fluttered open, Jimin was aware of something...an invisible thread weaving through the room, wrapping around him in a warm, steady embrace. It was a scent, faint but unmistakable, curling in the air like a soft whisper.

Sandalwood and spice.

Deep, smoky sandalwood laced with a sharp bite of something warm and exotic.

Jungkook.

Alpha was here. Watching. Protecting.

The scent settled into Jimin’s skin, soothing and thrilling all at once, pulling him slowly from the depths of sleep.

His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, a fluttering heartbeat beneath the calm.

Eyes still closed, Jimin pressed his cheek into the soft pillow, a shy smile ghosting his lips at the silent promise carried on the scent...that here, in this room, he was safe.

His eyes fluttered open and his gaze drifted around the dim room...and there, across from him, sitting in the chair Jungkook had claimed the night before, was the alpha. Watching him. Silent. Still. Unblinking. Holding a handgun.

Jimin’s heart stuttered...part surprise, part bashful warmth flooding his cheeks. Of course Jungkook had stayed awake, kept watch. His protective instincts never paused, even in sleep’s shadow.

A shy smile curled at Jimin’s lips as a quiet thought curled inside him like a secret bloom. His omega inside him prancing around as if saying... 

See? Alpha is a protector. Alpha provides. Alpha watches over us.

The sensation settled deep in his belly...the way his alpha’s vigilant gaze made him feel safer than he had in years, like he wasn’t just a fragile thing to be discarded but something fiercely valued, something sacred.

Jungkook’s sharp eyes caught the flutter of lashes, the soft curve of a shy smile, and the subtle flush coloring Jimin’s pale skin. The alpha’s chest rose with a low, guttural breath...half possessive growl, half reverent awe.

He wasn’t just watching. He was marking. Claiming.

Jimin’s scent had shifted overnight, stronger now...richer, laced with the unmistakable sharp sweetness of an omega’s heat coming near.

Jungkook’s nostrils flared involuntarily, catching the musk that curled thick and delicious in the quiet morning air.

The heat made his pulse spike, muscles tense. His mind screamed, primal and unyielding...mine.

He sat the handgun on the side table and with deliberate slowness, Jungkook rose, closing the distance between them in a few powerful strides. He settled on the edge of the bed, any threats forgotten for the moment, replaced by the hunger burning behind his eyes.

Jimin’s breath hitched as Jungkook’s hand ghosted over the bare skin of his arm, sending tiny sparks of heat trailing in its wake. The alpha’s fingers curled possessively, pulling Jimin closer until their bodies brushed.

Their eyes locked...Jimin’s wide and shimmering, Jungkook’s dark and smoldering.

And then Jungkook’s lips crashed down, fierce and demanding, claiming. Tongue slipping between Jimin’s parted lips with a slow, teasing hunger, exploring, tasting, staking claim.

Jimin trembled, slick pooling wet and warm between his thighs, betraying his nerves. The scent of his arousal hit Jungkook full force...thick, intoxicating, driving the alpha feral.

His hands gripped Jimin’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer, body flush against body, heat mingling heat.

Jimin’s fingers curled into Jungkook’s hair, tugging gently, lost in the need curling tight in his chest.

Teeth grazed lips, eliciting soft, needy whimpers, and Jungkook growled low in his throat, deep and possessive.

The kiss stretched long and slow...intense but careful...an exploration and a promise all at once.

Jimin’s breath hitched as his body shuddered beneath Jungkook’s touch, slick leaking freely now, evidence of the fire blooming inside him.

And yet, there was no rush. No pressure.

Jungkook pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against Jimin’s, voice low and warm.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, voice rough with emotion and desire.

Jimin swallowed hard, eyes wide and vulnerable.

“I know,” he whispered.

A faint, almost shy smile touched Jungkook’s lips before they kissed again, slow and tender.

Inside, Jungkook’s mind spun around one overwhelming, precious truth.

My omega is a virgin.

The rawness of that, the fragile gift and beauty of it, made his possessiveness deepen, his protectiveness sharpen.

He vowed silently...no one would take this from him. No one would ever hurt his omega again.

They’d explore this new territory together, slowly, carefully, with all the fierce love and respect Jungkook’s alpha heart could give.

For now, they had each other...and that was everything.

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The soft morning light spilled over the mountain skyline, painting everything in hues of gold and amber. Outside, a gentle breeze stirred the leaves of the tall trees lining the estate. Jungkook and Jimin sat together at a small, elegant table on the balcony overlooking the sprawling grounds. The cool morning air mixed with the comforting warmth of the sun, creating a peaceful cocoon around them.

Jungkook had called ahead, and now a young housemaid carried a tray laden with steaming plates of eggs cooked just right, crisp bacon, fresh fruit glistening like jewels, warm bread wrapped in linen, and a pot of fragrant tea. The aroma mingled with the fresh air, making Jimin’s stomach rumble softly in anticipation.

Jimin’s eyes widened at the spread, and though a shyness still lingered in his cheeks, he reached out with trembling fingers to taste the food. Each bite was slow, deliberate, like tasting something precious after a long drought. Jungkook watched quietly, pride swelling in his chest, his gaze softening as he listened to the quiet sounds of Jimin’s hunger finally being sated.

“You’re eating well,” Jungkook rumbled low. “Good. You need your strength.”

Jimin looked up, his eyes meeting Jungkook’s fierce, steady gaze. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a meal like this,” he murmured, voice small but grateful. “Thank you.”

Jungkook reached across the table, his fingers brushing gently over Jimin’s hand resting near his plate. “I promise you...never again will you want for anything. Not while I’m here.”

The moment stretched, wrapped in the soft sounds of the morning...the faint chirping of birds, the distant hum of the gardener with the leaf blower below, the gentle clink of cutlery. Yet beneath it all, the unspoken weight of Jungkook’s promise hung heavy in the air.

When the last bite was eaten, Jungkook’s tone shifted, taking on the sharp edge of duty. “I’m adding extra security for you. Two alpha bodyguards will be assigned to follow you everywhere. It’s only for your protection. Nothing to worry about.”

Jimin blinked, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Bodyguards? Is that really nec...?”

“Yes.” Jungkook’s voice was firm, possessiveness threading through every word. “They’ll watch your back. Keep you safe.”

Just then, a knock sounded at the balcony door.

Hoseok stepped outside on to the balcony, a warm smile lighting his face as his eyes settled on Jimin. “I thought you could use a little break. How about we go shopping? Some new clothes and things.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed deeper, a shy hesitation tightening his throat. “That’s very kind of you, but I..I don’t have any money...”

Before he could finish, Jungkook smoothly produced a sleek black card and slid it across the table with quiet authority. “What's mine is now yours. Buy whatever your heart desires. I’ll provide you with everything you need.”

Jimin opened his mouth to protest, but Jungkook’s hand rose, cupping his cheek tenderly. The kiss that followed was slow and deep, possessive and reverent. Tongue tracing gentle patterns, teeth grazing softly on his bottom lip...each movement dissolving Jimin’s protests into breathless whimpers.

Hoseok chuckled softly to the side, eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched.

When Jungkook pulled back, his gaze hardened with command as he addressed Hoseok. “Two alpha bodyguards will follow you and Jimin everywhere. He’s never to be out of their sight. You’re responsible for him while you’re out. Call me immediately if there’s any trouble."

Hoseok nodded with a serious grin. “Got it. He’s in good hands.”

The alpha’s eyes darkened as he locked onto Jimin with an intensity that made the room feel smaller, charged with possessive fire. His voice dropped to a low, fierce growl. “Before you leave…go see Jin and get a scent patch.”

He paced slowly, each word deliberate, like a promise and a warning all at once. “No one gets to smell your sweet heat but me.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. His gaze dropped to the floor, overwhelmed by the weight of the alpha’s claim. “Yes, alpha.”

The words felt both heavy and strangely comforting...an unspoken vow that even in the chaos, someone was fiercely watching over him.

Hoseok then handed Jimin a bundle of fresh clothes and shoes. “Go get dressed. We’ve got some serious shopping ahead.”

Jimin’s heart hammered fiercely as he looked from Hoseok to Jungkook, feeling the heavy weight of their protection settle around him like armor. Slowly, clutching the clothes like a lifeline, he stood.

Just as he moved toward the door, Jungkook’s voice stopped him, low and thick with possessive certainty.

“Remember...you’re mine. And I’ll never let you go.”

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Alistar lounged behind his polished mahogany desk, the dim glow of the room casting sharp shadows over his cold, cruel features. The stale scent of cigarette smoke mixed with the heavy musk of his cologne, but beneath it all was a darker, more pungent odor...his obsession, a burning ache that gnawed at his gut. On his knees before him, the other male omega’s lips and tongue moved hesitantly over his already throbbing cock, trying desperately to coax the release Alistar demanded.The slick warmth wasn’t enough...his mind wasn’t there. His thoughts were consumed by the omega he truly craved, the one who haunted every waking second.

But even as the other omega’s warm mouth worked on him, Alistar’s mind was elsewhere...locked on the beautiful, delicate omega he’d seen outside the homeless shelter weeks ago. That omega...the one who’d ignited a fire inside him no other could reach. He was the most beautiful omega he's ever seen. He'd been following him ever since.

He could still see him clearly: the way the fragile figure had stumbled out into the harsh city night, the scent so pure and raw it had branded itself on Alistar’s senses like a curse. He didn’t know his name, but the omega had become an obsession...every thought, every breath consumed by the desperate need to possess him.

The other omega’s mouth worked mechanically, too slow, too careful, and entirely lacking the hungry desperation Alistar needed. The soft whimpers and shaky breaths did nothing to spark the fire that only one scent...lemons and honey, could kindle inside him. His fingers clenched harshly in the dark hair at the nape of the omega’s neck, pulling roughly to demand more urgency, but it wasn’t enough.

“You’re not him,” Alistar growled, voice dripping with venom and frustration.

The omega whimpered, lips trembling against him, but Alistar’s eyes were dark, burning with a need that no substitute could satisfy. His body throbbed, aching for the omega he’d seen once...fragile, pale, trembling. The one who belonged to another.

With sudden cruelty, he shoved the omega roughly away. The man stumbled back, startled, fear flashing in wide eyes.

“You’re not fucking doing it right,” Alistar hissed, disgust thick in his voice. “You don’t know how to suck cock you worthless whore. You don’t know anything about what I want.”

The omega whimpered again, voice barely a broken plea, but it only fanned Alistar’s fury. His nostrils flared as a dark, violent rage took hold.

Without hesitation, Alistar pulled a gleaming gun from the drawer of the desk. The omega’s eyes widened in terrified shock. Before he could scream, the shot rang out...sharp, brutal, merciless...right between the man’s eyes.

The body went limp, collapsing with a hollow, sickening thud onto the cold floor. Alistar stared down at the lifeless form with pure disdain.

“Pathetic,” he spat, voice low and bitter as he tucked his still hard cock back inside his pants.

The silence that followed was ripped apart by the shrill buzz of his phone. He snatched it up with a growl.

“Sir,” came the urgent voice on the other end. “We have news. We've found the omega.”

Alistar’s pulse spiked, eyes narrowing into slits. “Speak.”

“We have a man inside Jeon's estate. He confirmed the omega is there....but sir, Jeon’s claimed him as his own.”

The words slammed into Alistar like a hammer. His breath caught in his throat, rage igniting into a blazing inferno that threatened to consume every inch of his being.

“Jeon,” he snarled through clenched teeth. “That son of a bitch.”

His alpha nature erupted. His fist slammed down onto the desk, splintering the polished wood. Papers scattered like startled birds, glass shattered as he swept his arm across the surface. The room seemed to vibrate with his fury as he overturned chairs and sent a lamp crashing to the floor.

“I’ve tried to put that bastard in the ground twice now,” Alistar growled into the phone, pacing like a caged predator. “And somehow, he always crawls out of the fire breathing. A car rigged to blow...a bullet to the heart....and he still won’t die.” His lip curled, a flash of sharp teeth. “He’s like a cockroach that refuses to be crushed.”

He stopped suddenly, his gaze narrowing with a darker fire. “No matter the cost,” he roared into the phone, voice raw and frenzied, “you will bring that omega back to me. He’s mine. Only mine.” He raked his hand through his hair. “Have our insider keep tabs on him. Every move. Every breath. When the timing is right...when Jeon is vulnerable...you bring him to me. I’ll take the omega…and then I’ll make Jeon watch him break. I'll make him watch as his omega calls another man, Alpha as he hangs from my knot.”

He looked at the floor with a vicious sneer. “And haul this worthless slut’s body out of my office. I want nothing to do with this disgrace.”, he snarls into the receiver.

"Yes sir." His men scrambled to obey, while Alistar paced restlessly, every breath thick with obsession and venomous determination.

The war for the omega was far from over. And Alistar would stop at nothing to claim what he believed was his.

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The afternoon sun draped the busy streets in a golden haze, casting long shadows as Jimin and Hoseok navigated through the crowded sidewalks. Their arms were heavy with bags bursting with fresh fabrics...soft cottons, silks, and knits...each piece a small promise of change. Hoseok’s easy laughter rippled beside him, a comforting sound that made Jimin’s cheeks flush with warmth and nervous excitement. It had been years...years since he had felt this light, this unburdened by fear or shame.

Behind them, two tall, broad-shouldered alphas moved with quiet purpose, their sharp gazes flicking constantly over their surroundings. The one with the buzz cut...the man’s posture was impeccable, but there was something cold, calculating in the way his eyes lingered on Jimin, noting every small expression, every twitch of the omega’s delicate features. His presence was polite but distant, a shadow tethered to them by duty...or something darker.

Inside the boutique, the world softened into a cocoon of pastel hues and delicate fabrics. Hoseok picked up a blush-pink camisole, its silk shimmering under the gentle lights. “Look at this one,” he said with a teasing grin. “Imagine you wearing this for your alpha. He’d be pleased, wouldn’t he?”

Jimin’s eyes widened, heat creeping up his neck as his fingers brushed against the cool fabric. “I don’t know if I should…” he started, voice hesitant, eyes darting around as if the walls themselves might judge him.

Hoseok laughed softly, stepping closer. “Hey, you deserve this. More than anyone. How about five sets? Enough to make you feel beautiful every day.”

Five? Jimin’s breath caught. “Five?” he echoed, biting his lip. “Isn’t that too much?”

“Not at all,” Hoseok said, eyes sparkling with encouragement. “You’ve been through hell, Jimin. Now it’s time to treat yourself. Every piece is a little step toward owning your happiness.”

Reluctantly, Jimin nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. Hoseok’s warm hand rested reassuringly on his shoulder. “Trust me. The alpha will be proud.”

The bodyguard’s eyes narrowed slightly, scanning the room as Hoseok held up a midnight black lace bralette next. He noticed Jimin’s fingers tremble, saw the omega’s guarded smile...then something colder settled into his gaze, a silent warning buried beneath his polished exterior.

Moving on, Hoseok led Jimin toward a different part of the store, where soft blankets and plush pillows were displayed with gentle care. Scented candles flickered softly on low shelves, filling the air with lavender and vanilla.

Jimin’s voice cracked as he picked up a pale pink throw pillow, fingers tracing the delicate embroidery. “It’s been… years since I’ve had a place to call home. A place I could feel safe enough to…to make a nest.”

Hoseok’s smile softened, eyes shining with genuine warmth. “You deserve that. A space that’s yours, where you can breathe and just be.”

He carefully wrapped the pillow in tissue paper and handed it to Jimin. “Think of this as your sanctuary. Every stitch, every candle is a piece of peace you’re building for yourself.”

Jimin’s eyes shimmered, a tear threatening to spill. He blinked it back, but Hoseok gently squeezed his hand. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.”

Behind them, the sharp-eyed bodyguard’s fingers twitched near the concealed holster at his side. His gaze was too focused, scanning the surroundings with an intensity that made Jimin’s skin crawl. There was something about the way he watched them...too calculating, too deliberate.

Jimin glanced at Hoseok, lowering his voice. “Hey…do you notice anything off about that guy? The bodyguard?”

Hoseok followed his gaze, then shook his head with a reassuring smile. “Nah, it’s fine. Jungkook only hires the most loyal, and they’re trained to be sharp. You’re safe.”

Jimin swallowed, nodding slowly. “Yeah…you’re probably right. I guess I’m just being paranoid.”

Hoseok gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “A little paranoia isn’t bad...it keeps you alert. But trust me, you’re in good hands.”

With that, they turned back toward the car, bags heavy with new clothes and nesting supplies...a tangible start to Jimin’s fresh life. His heart felt lighter than it had in years, even as the faint edge of unease lingered, a quiet reminder that some battles were still ahead..

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Alistar stood rigid by the towering window, the city lights flickering to life beneath him. His voice was cold and sharp when he picked up the phone. “Report.”

The familiar voice on the line was steady but urgent. “Sir, our informant just called. The omega is with Min's omega shopping right now. They’ve left the boutique and are heading back to the mansion. The bodyguard Jeon assigned to him is our informant, sir."

A slow, dangerous smile crept over Alistar’s face. “Perfect. Keep close...it’s working.”

His voice dipped low, venomous. “When the time comes, bring the omega to me. No mistakes. That omega is mine, and I will have him.”

The man's voice replied without hesitation, “Understood, sir. I’m ready.”

Alistar’s eyes gleamed with obsession. “See that you are.”

Chapter Text

The quiet scratch of pen on paper was the only sound in Jungkook’s office. Stacks of contracts and reports lay neatly arranged, each one a piece of the empire he commanded. He was halfway through signing another ledger when his phone buzzed.

He answered without looking at the ID.

“Boss,” came the low voice of one of his personal bodyguards. “Your omega just returned from shopping. He’s heading to his room with Consigliere Jung, carrying several bags.”

Jungkook’s pen stilled. “My omega,” he repeated, the words low and warm like a predator tasting a promise. A faint smile curved his lips. “Good.”

He didn’t even bother finishing the paperwork. Sliding on his jacket, he strode out of the office, his steps long and unhurried...but there was no mistaking the heat coiling in his gut, the thrum in his chest that quickened with every hallway he passed.

The door to his quarters was ajar. Voices carried through the crack.

“…then next time we’ll go to that café I told you about,” Hoseok was saying, his arms looped comfortably around Jimin. The omega was smiling, soft and warm, his cheeks tinged with color.

“I’d like that,” Jimin murmured.

Jungkook stepped inside just as Hoseok pulled back from the hug. Hoseok’s eyes flicked toward him, knowing and amused. “I should get back. My alpha is probably throwing a tantrum because he hasn't smelled me for a few hours.”

With a light pat to Jimin’s arm, Hoseok slipped past Jungkook and out the door, leaving the room suddenly, deliciously quiet.

Jungkook’s gaze lingered on Jimin. The omega was still holding his shopping bags, looking shy under the weight of his attention.

Without a word, Jungkook closed the distance, his hand coming up to cup Jimin’s jaw. His thumb brushed over the edge of the scent patch on his neck. Slowly, deliberately, he peeled it away.

Warm, intoxicating scent flooded the air...sweet, rich, threaded with the unmistakable pull of an approaching heat.

Jungkook’s pupils blew wide. A deep, feral growl rolled from his chest as he bent his head, burying his nose against the bared skin. He inhaled like a starving man, one arm sliding around Jimin’s waist to hold him in place. His own scent poured out in return, heavier, thicker, claiming every inch of the omegs.

Jimin whimpered, knees softening, his fingers clutching at Jungkook’s shoulders. The alpha’s growls vibrated against his skin as Jungkook nuzzled and rubbed along his throat, his jaw, the delicate curve behind his ear until the omega was flushed and trembling.

When Jungkook finally pulled back, his voice was low and rough.

“Try on your new clothes.” His dark eyes raked over Jimin’s flushed face. “I want to see how pretty you look…for me.”

Jimin’s blush deepened, but he nodded, slipping away to the adjoining dressing room.

One by one, he stepped out to model each outfit while Jungkook sat in the bedside chair like a king surveying treasure.

First, a short lavender dress with spaghetti straps and a ribbon waist, the skirt swaying above his knees. Jimin blushed and looked down. "I like dressing pretty...in dresses...soft things." He whispered shyly.

Jungkook’s lips parted, a deep rumble vibrating low in his throat. "Fuck, baby. You are beautiful. Keep going,” he urged, voice thick with approval and something darker, more primal.

Then, a knee length pleated cream skirt paired with a soft pink cardigan that made him look like spring itself.

Black slacks with a silky white blouse, the fabric flowing over his frame like water.

Light-wash jeans hugging his hips, with a pink cropped knitted sweater that bared a strip of pale skin whenever he moved.

A high-waisted plaid skirt with a fitted turtleneck, playful yet demure.

Jimin could feel the alpha’s growing arousal, like a tangible heat filling the space between them. It made his own body flush hotter, slick warmth pooling low between his thighs in response.

Every time, Jungkook’s gaze swept slowly from head to toe, lingering on the delicate curve of Jimin’s waist, the faint sway of his walk, the softness in his eyes. His approving hums were quiet but heavy with meaning.

Finally, Jimin reached for his last bag...and froze. His fingers twisted in the handles.

“What’s in that one?” Jungkook asked, voice deep with curiosity.

Jimin hesitated. “…Lingerie.” The word was barely a whisper.

A guttural growl rumbled deep from Jungkook’s chest, and the scent of the alpha’s desire wrapped tightly around Jimin like a velvet rope, making his pulse flutter wildly.

Jimin’s slick leaked, warm and sticky between his cheeks, betraying his arousal. Jungkook’s nostrils flared at the scent, and the dark heat in his eyes sharpened.

“Show me,” Jungkook commanded, voice dripping with raw need.

Cheeks burning, Jimin laid each set out on the bed: lace and satin in shades of pale blush, deep wine, icy blue, midnight black, and ivory cream. Jungkook’s hand hovered over them before selecting one...a three-piece black set, sheer slip and matching barely-there thong, delicate straps meant to frame skin like art.

“One day soon,” Jungkook said, his tone rough with promise, “you’ll wear this one for me.”

Jimin whimpered softly, breath hitching as Jungkook closed the distance, lips crashing onto his in a fierce, claiming kiss. Their mouths parted and merged in desperate hunger...tongues tangling, teeth nibbling, tongues teasing in a rhythm both savage and tender. The taste of Jungkook, sharp and intoxicating, overwhelmed Jimin’s senses, making his knees weak.

Jimin’s hands clutched Jungkook’s broad shoulders, nails digging into taut muscle as the alpha’s hands roamed with possessive hunger...tracing the planes of Jimin’s back, slipping beneath his shirt to burn hot palms over his bare skin. Jungkook’s touch was demanding yet gentle, marking him silently as his own.

Their bodies pressed tighter, heat pooling and radiating between them until Jimin’s back hit the cool wall, his breath caught in a ragged gasp. Jungkook’s body pressed into his, thick and hard, every inch claiming. The scent of Jungkook...sharp, musky, utterly his...swirled around Jimin, intoxicating and overwhelming.

Slow, deliberate fingers found the hem of Jimin’s pleated skirt, slowly raising it up with torturous care. Jungkook’s hand slipped inside his lace panties, sliding beneath the material to cup and squeeze the soft globes of his ass cheeks, pulling them apart as thick globs of slick gushed from his hole like a river. His fingers were thick and sure, immediately finding Jimin’s drenched entrance, gliding over the swollen, sensitive flesh slick with desire.

A finger traced slowly over the puckered rim, teasing, swirling just the tip as Jungkook whispered, voice thick with need, “One finger for now. Don’t want to hurt my virgin.” The tip of his finger slid inside, slow and careful, stretching the tight, tender heat.

Jimin’s head fell back, eyes rolling shut as the delicious burn and stretch bloomed into sharp pleasure. His hands gripped Jungkook’s arms, fingers clutching the strong muscle beneath as a soft, needy whimper escaped him. Every motion was a mix of sweet torture and exquisite relief...stroking, coaxing, teasing until his body trembled.

Jungkook’s lips trailed down Jimin's neck, teeth nipping and sucking gently at the sensitive skin, until his mouth found Jimin’s mating gland...wet, swollen, begging for attention. His tongue flicked expertly, circling the sensitive bud with maddening precision.

The tension inside Jimin coiled tighter and tighter, a fierce ache building until it broke in a shuddering, breathless release. A sharp, ragged gasp tore from his throat as warm slick spilled over Jungkook’s finger, dripping down his hand as Jimin's little cock shot cum into the underwear in the front.

His legs wobbled beneath him, heart pounding hard, chest heaving in rhythm with Jungkook’s possessive grip. The alpha’s breath was hot against his ear, low and rough as he murmured, “Let me make you feel good again.”

Jimin whimpered with sensitivity, his breath shallow and ragged as Jungkook’s finger slid deeper inside him again, stretching the tight, slick heat with slow, deliberate strokes. The wet warmth clung to the alpha’s finger, slick wet proof of Jimin’s earlier release. Jungkook’s other hand came up, cupping Jimin’s cheek, thumb brushing over the soft skin as he leaned in, teeth grazing the shell of Jimin’s ear, sending a fresh wave of shivers down the omega’s spine.

“Shh,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and thick with desire. “Let me take care of you.”

Jimin’s legs trembled with sensitivity as Jungkook’s finger pumped inside him, curling just so to hit all the right spots, each stroke pulling a deeper moan from Jimin’s throat. The alpha’s mouth moved down his neck, teeth sinking gently into the tender flesh, sucking bruises into the soft skin while his finger worked tirelessly, coaxing Jimin open with every slick, agonizing slide.

The heat pooled deep inside Jimin, a fierce, aching pressure building again that threatened to shatter him wide open. Jungkook’s mouth closed over the mating gland, tongue swirling with expert skill around the swollen nub, sucking and flicking, driving Jimin wild with pleasure and need.

Jimin’s hands grasped desperately at Jungkook’s broad shoulders, nails digging in as his hips jerked uncontrollably, chasing release. The alpha’s finger moved faster, harder, never losing the gentle care beneath the hunger, teasing open every tight, precious inch.

Then Jungkook added a second finger, slow and careful, sliding past the threshold, stretching Jimin further. The omega gasped, body arching, a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through him that blurred every thought but the raw, burning sensation.

Jungkook’s free hand traveled down, fingers spreading over Jimin’s stomach down to his small lace covered cock, hard and straining against his underwear. He stroked him through the fabric, slick cum and precum soaking the material, matching the wet heat inside Jimin perfectly. The combination of penetration and the teasing strokes outside made Jimin’s body tremble violently, muscles clenching tight.

“Look at you,” Jungkook growled against his skin, voice rough with need. “So ready for me. For this.”

With a swift motion, Jungkook tugged Jimin’s panties down just enough to expose his leaking cock. The alpha’s mouth descended hungrily, tongue lapping up the cum and precome, teeth nipping the sensitive tip, swirling around the swollen crown.

Jimin’s breath hitched, fingers threading tangled in Jungkook’s hair as he moaned, the sound raw and desperate. Jungkook’s hand pumped at the base, slow and steady, while his mouth worshiped the head with slick, wet strokes...his fingers continuing to pump inside his wet hole.

Every movement was a promise...of ownership, protection, and an unyielding hunger that burned hotter than fire.

Jimin’s body coiled tighter, the pleasure building unbearably until with a shuddering cry, he spilled over Jungkook’s hand and in his mouth, every inch of him trembling beneath the fierce, possessive love of his alpha.

Jungkook captured his release, sucking him deep, tasting him fully before pulling back to meet Jimin’s dazed, flushed gaze.

“Mine,” Jungkook whispered fiercely, lips brushing Jimin’s, “Always mine.”

Jimin’s whole body was trembling, his chest heaving as he sagged against the wall. His legs were shaking, and slick clung to the alpha’s lips, chin, and fingers...a mess that Jungkook didn’t bother to wipe away.

The alpha stayed kneeling for a beat, staring up at him with a hunger so sharp Jimin thought it might swallow him whole. Jungkook’s tongue slid out to lazily lick the taste from his mouth, a low, satisfied growl rumbling from his chest. “You taste better than I imagined,” he murmured, almost reverent.

Jimin whimpered, heat coiling tighter inside him despite just having come. He tried to close his thighs, but Jungkook’s hands gripped them open, fingers digging in just enough to make him gasp.

“Not yet, pretty thing,” Jungkook said, pushing up to his full height. He loomed over Jimin, hands braced on either side of his head, his scent flooding the air in thick, intoxicating waves. “If I close my eyes right now, I can still feel your little hole squeezing around my finger… so tight and small. My cock would tear you apart.”

Jimin made a broken sound, his cheeks burning, but the words went straight to his core.

Jungkook’s palm cupped his jaw, tilting his face up. His thumb brushed across Jimin’s kiss-swollen lips. “One day soon, I’m going to fuck you open so slowly you’ll forget your own name. But tonight…” His mouth descended, crushing against Jimin’s in a deep, slick kiss, teeth catching his bottom lip before pulling away just enough to speak. “…tonight I just want to make sure you remember who you belong to.”

Before Jimin could reply, Jungkook’s hand slid back down, pressing over the front of his skirt. He squeezed, finding Jimin already hard again, and chuckled darkly. “Sensitive little thing.”

The alpha rubbed him through the fabric, not fast enough to push him over the edge, just enough to make him whimper and squirm. His other hand gripped Jimin’s ass possessively, fingertips pressing against his still-tingling entrance. “You’re dripping for me still, omega. So fucking wet.”

Jimin could feel slick starting to soak through his underwear again, his whole body betraying him.

Jungkook gave one last squeeze to his hips, pulling his hands away with a smirk that promised this wasn’t over. “Go clean up before I change my mind,” His voice was low and rough, as if he was already fighting the urge to drag Jimin to the bed."Then come eat with me."

Jimin nodded shakily, but his legs barely obeyed him...every step toward the bathroom feeling like he was walking away from a cliff he desperately wanted to jump from.

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The click of the bathroom door shutting felt like a lock turning on something feral inside Jungkook.

After cleaning himself up, he dropped into the chair by the wall, elbows resting on his knees, eyes fixed on that closed door like it might open and give him another glimpse of flushed skin and trembling thighs.

The sound of running water started a moment later...a low hiss that mixed with the faint echo of Jimin’s soft movements. Jungkook’s head tipped back against the chair, and he closed his eyes, letting his heightened senses pull the omega into sharper focus.

Even through the door and the steam, he could smell him.

That maddeningly sweet heat scent that clung to his tongue and filled his lungs.

His mind replayed the moment he’d peeled off the scent patch...how the first breath had nearly made him dizzy. He could still feel the velvet-tight squeeze of Jimin’s slick little hole around his finger, the way the omega’s body had trembled, desperate and shy all at once.

A soft thud came from the bathroom...maybe Jimin dropping his shampoo bottle...and Jungkook’s mouth twitched into a slow, wolfish smirk.

He imagined him in there, skin pink from the heat of the water, washing away the mess they’d made… fingertips brushing over sensitive skin and remembering exactly where the alpha’s mouth had been.

His cock throbbed, hard and heavy in his slacks.

Jungkook let his hand drift down, palming himself lazily while listening to every faint sound...the shift of feet, the rustle of the shower curtain, the small sighs Jimin probably thought he couldn’t hear.

“You’re mine, omega,” he murmured under his breath, voice rough. “No one gets to have you like this but me. No one even gets to dream about it.”

When the water finally shut off, Jungkook sat forward, straightening his clothes, but his eyes still burned with that same possessive hunger. By the time the door opened and Jimin stepped out...hair damp, cheeks flushed, wrapped in a fluffy towel...the alpha already knew he had taste him again.

The door eased open with a soft creak, and Jimin stepped into the room, still damp from the shower. His towel was wrapped snugly around his slim frame, droplets sliding down the curve of his collarbone.

Jungkook was already waiting in the chair by the bed, his elbows braced on his knees, gaze dark and unblinking.

“Come here,” he said, voice low but threaded with command.

Jimin hesitated, fingers tightening on the towel, but the alpha’s eyes pulled him forward until he was standing between Jungkook’s knees.

Jungkook’s hand came up, thumb brushing along Jimin’s jaw before tilting his head to the side, exposing the delicate line of his throat.

The alpha leaned in, nose pressing against the damp skin, inhaling deeply. A growl rumbled in his chest. “You smell perfect.” His lips pressed against the skin just below Jimin’s ear, tongue and teeth grazing before he dragged his scent along Jimin’s neck in a slow, possessive streak.

Jimin whimpered softly, the towel shifting as his shoulders trembled.

“Mark me back,” Jungkook murmured, his hand sliding to the nape of Jimin’s neck to guide him.

Shy but obedient, Jimin bent his head, his button nose nuzzling against the warm skin of Jungkook’s throat, breathing in that intoxicating alpha scent before brushing his mouth and tongue there...soft, lingering, claiming in return.

Jungkook’s eyes closed for a brief moment, savoring it. Then he gave a small tug on the towel, making Jimin squeak and clutch it tighter. The alpha’s smirk deepened. “Relax. We’re going downstairs.”

“Downstairs?” Jimin echoed, confused.

“It’s dinner time. You need to eat.” Jungkook rose, his hand resting on the small of Jimin’s back as he steered him toward the dressing room. “I want everyone to see who you belong to. Wear the pretty lavender dress for me."

Jimin’s cheeks warmed at the request, but he let Jungkook guide him into the dressing room. The alpha didn’t hover in the doorway...he followed him in, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, eyes never leaving his omega.

Jimin stood hesitantly in the dressing room, the soft light casting delicate shadows over the silk and lace strewn about. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for the first piece...a pair of black lace panties, delicate and sheer, with intricate floral patterns tracing the fabric.

Before he could slip them on, Jungkook stepped forward silently, his large hands gentle but firm as they took the panties from Jimin’s fingers.

“Let me,” Jungkook murmured, his voice low and commanding, eyes locked on Jimin’s flushed face. He stepped forward, fingers brushing the towel from Jimin’s shoulders. It fell to the carpet in a whisper of fabric, leaving the omega bare in the warm light

He knelt slowly, palms steady, and slid the lace panties up Jimin’s slender, smooth legs with care, his touch warm against the sensitive skin. The omega shivered, breath hitching as the alpha’s hands lingered just a moment longer, tracing the curve of his hips.

“There,” Jungkook said softly, straightening back up and brushing a stray lock of hair behind Jimin’s ear. “Perfect. Mine.”

Jimin swallowed, cheeks burning brighter, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let Jungkook’s fingers guide him to the lavender dress hanging on the rack. With a slow, deliberate movement, Jungkook lifted the dress and held it open.

“Arms up,” he ordered gently.

Jimin obeyed, the silky fabric slipping over his head, cascading down to rest just above the lace panties Jungkook had so carefully put on.

“Perfect,” Jungkook murmured, straightening and stepping back to look at him fully. His wolf practically preened...chest swelling, jaw tight with pride at having such a stunning omega. “You’re mine. And now everyone will see exactly how beautiful you are.”

Jimin ducked his head, but Jungkook’s fingers tilted his chin back up. “Don’t hide from me, baby. I want them to see you looking at me like this.”

They left the room together, Jungkook’s palm spread firmly at the small of Jimin’s back as they descended the grand staircase. The scent of dinner wafted up...roasted meat, herbs, fresh bread...but Jungkook’s attention was fixed on the way Jimin’s dress swayed around his knees and how his soft scent lingered in the air.

When Jungkook and Jimin stepped into the dining room, the chatter immediately died down. The long table was already full...Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin, Namjoon, little pup Min-gi, and Taehyung, sat waiting, their eyes snapping to the doorway the moment the pair appeared.

Jungkook’s expression remained calm, unreadable like always, but the way he held Jimin’s hand tightly and squared his broad shoulders spoke louder than words. Every head turned toward the omega trailing quietly beside the alpha, and a ripple of surprise and approval passed through the room.

Yoongi’s gaze was sharp, a small smirk playing on his lips as he caught Hoseok’s eye. Hoseok smiled softly, his fingers twitching with happiness for Jimin.

Namjoon nodded slightly, respect in his eyes, while Jin’s warm smile was full of quiet pride. Even Taehyung, usually the rowdiest, sat straighter, nodding once with a look that said, This is how it’s supposed to be.

Jungkook led Jimin to his seat at the head of the table, the alpha’s domain, and pulled out the chair for him with a gentleman’s grace. Jimin hesitated a moment, cheeks flushed, but slid into the seat, still holding Jungkook’s hand.

Jungkook took his own seat beside him, eyes never leaving Jimin’s face. Each time their gazes met across the table, Jungkook’s chest swelled with a possessive pride. Mine, his look said without a word.

The low hum of resumed conversation floated around them, but every so often, Jungkook’s attention snapped back to Jimin, a silent declaration that this omega was his...cherished and claimed.

The room felt warmer, tighter somehow, bound by the unspoken acknowledgment that Jimin wasn’t just an addition...he was the heart of their pack now.

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Morning light spilled softly through the heavy curtains, casting a pale glow across the room.

Jimin’s eyes blinked open, the lingering warmth of sleep still cradling him like a fragile cocoon. A quiet calm settled over his thoughts as he stretched beneath the covers, the familiar and comforting scent of sandalwood and spice filling the air. 

Alpha scented us good last night. He made sure everyone knows we are his. His omega whispered.

With careful movements, he slid out of bed, bare feet touching the cool floor. The expansive room...its white silk sheets and gleaming gold accents felt vast but no longer intimidating.

Drawn by the promise of fresh air and sunlight, Jimin crossed the room and pushed open the balcony doors. A soft breeze greeted him, carrying the delicate perfume of white roses from the garden below.

His chest swelled with an unspoken yearning. A walk through the rose bushes...quiet, peaceful, a place just for him...felt like the perfect way to start the day.

Before he could step outside, a firm knock came at the door.

Turning, Jimin found Jungkook standing in the doorway...his towering form framed by the dark wood, the sharp lines of his tailored suit softened by the concern in his eyes.

“Good morning,” Jungkook said quietly, stepping inside.

Jimin’s lips curled into a shy smile. “Morning, alpha.”

His gaze flicked toward the doorway as he caught sight of the two bodyguards stationed just outside his room, their presence like silent sentinels.

Before Jungkook could speak, Jimin’s curiosity broke the silence. “Why are there two guards outside my door?”

Jungkook’s expression tightened, the hint of a growl in his voice. “For your protection.”

Jimin frowned, uncertainty creeping in. “Protection from what?”

The alpha hesitated, then said carefully, “There are dangers you don’t see...people who would harm you.”

Jimin swallowed, trying to grasp the weight of that truth. But then he shifted the subject, voice lightening. “After breakfast, I’d like to go out to the rose garden. For a walk.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of possessiveness sparking. “You can...as long as you take the bodyguards with you.”

Jimin’s stomach twisted uneasily. “I don’t want a guard just to take a walk.”

Jungkook stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. “You’re not going alone.”

Jimin’s heart pounded. Gathering courage, he reached up, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck and resting his head against the broad chest. The warmth of the alpha’s heartbeat thrumming beneath his ear was steady, grounding.

“No one can protect me better than you,” Jimin whispered. “Just by being here with you, I’m safer than I've ever been.”

A flicker of something fierce and satisfied crossed Jungkook’s face...his pride, his need to claim, roaring beneath the surface. He tugged his omega closer.

After a tense pause, Jungkook’s voice softened, reluctant but tender. “Fine. You can go alone. But don’t stay out too long. If I don’t see you back soon, I’m coming for you.”

Jimin’s smile blossomed, bright and full of relief. “Thank you, alpha.”

He leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook’s jawline.

Jungkook returned the smile...a brief, almost vulnerable flicker...before turning toward the door.

As he left, he instructed the guards firmly, “Jimin won’t be needing a shadow in the garden. You’re on standby while he goes for his walk. Stay posted by the garden gate and patio.”

Jimin watched the alpha’s broad frame disappear down the hallway, the promise of freedom and safety mingling in the soft morning light.

He dressed quickly in lace panties, jean cut off shorts, and a white crop top, the fabric cool against his skin and soft like a whisper. As he was leaving the room he slid on some black flip flops.

Making his way downstairs, he found the dining room filled with the subtle clink of silverware and the warm aroma of freshly cooked food.

Jungkook was already seated, waiting for him with that steady, protective gaze.

“Sit,” Jungkook commanded gently, pulling out a chair for him.

Jimin obeyed, settling into the seat as a tray of food was set before him...fragrant eggs, ripe fruit, and warm bread, all arranged carefully.

They ate together in companionable silence, Jungkook stealing small glances at Jimin, pride and something softer shining in his eyes.

After breakfast, Jimin rose, smoothing his jean shorts as he stepped toward the door.

“I'm going to the garden,” he said softly.

Jungkook nodded once, voice low and firm. “The guard will be on standby outside but they won't follow you. Stay safe.”

Jimin’s stomach clenched, but he nodded, knowing the alpha’s fierce need to protect him wasn’t born of distrust but of something far deeper.

Stepping into the bright morning, Jimin breathed in the scent of roses and fresh earth. The garden stretched before him like a secret world waiting to be explored.

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Jimin stepped lightly onto the stone path winding through the white rose bushes, their petals glowing like soft lanterns in the golden morning light. The air was cool but carried the faint warmth of the rising sun, a tender invitation to linger and breathe.

His fingers brushed the delicate blooms, each one trembling slightly beneath his touch, like whispered promises carried on the breeze. For a moment, the weight of the mansion, the guards, the dangers, slipped away.

He closed his eyes and let himself simply be...an omega in a world too harsh but here, surrounded by fragile beauty. The scent of roses mingled softly in the air, a balm to his restless mind.

But the calm was fragile.

Near the garden’s wrought-iron gate, Jimin caught sight of the guard Jungkook had assigned. It was the same guard from his and Hoseok's shopping trip the other day. The man remained stationed there, unmoving, watching silently. He wasn’t meant to follow Jimin into the garden itself...only to wait, eyes sharp, ready to step in if needed. The other guard was stationed at the entrance of the sprawling patio.

Still, the guard’s gaze lingered on Jimin longer than necessary, a slow, unsettling smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The presence made the beautiful garden feel smaller, suffocating somehow.

Jimin swallowed hard, forcing himself to keep walking, to not show the growing knot of fear tightening in his chest.

The roses bloomed around him, pale and beautiful, but the garden felt suddenly claustrophobic...walls closing in beneath the weight of unseen eyes.

“Stay close,” a voice whispered in his mind. Jungkook’s voice, steady and fierce, a tether pulling him back from the edge.

But even as he walked, Jimin couldn’t shake the feeling that the danger Jungkook feared was already waiting, patient and hungry, just beyond the petals and thorns.

Behind him, the guard lingered near the garden gate, a silent sentinel whose presence was meant to reassure, but instead tightened the invisible chains around Jimin’s freedom. The man’s eyes flicked over Jimin’s form again and again, a slow, calculating gaze that made Jimin’s skin prickle with unease.

Jimin’s breath caught, and for a second he debated turning back. But the sun was warm on his face, the garden alive with soft sounds...the hum of bees, the distant call of birds...and he refused to let fear win.

He paused beside a cluster of roses, bending down to inhale their fragrance. The scent was sweet and clean, almost intoxicating in its purity, and for a heartbeat, Jimin allowed himself to believe he could just be normal. Just be safe.

His fingers traced the curve of a blooming bud, trembling slightly.

The guard’s footsteps shifted behind him...slow, deliberate. Jimin’s pulse quickened. He wanted to believe Jungkook’s protection was enough, that this was merely precaution.

But the uneasy knot in his chest tightened as the guard’s shadow stretched over the roses.

Jimin straightened, the fragile peace breaking like glass inside him.

He needed to get back before his courage crumbled completely. Soon as he saw Jungkook he was going to tell him how unsettled the guard made him feel.

Jimin took a few more steps toward the garden’s exit, his steps light but hurried. The roses brushed against his arms and legs, their petals like whispers of safety he desperately wanted to believe in.

When he finally reached the gate, the guard still stood there...silent, watchful, unmoving.

Jimin’s breath hitched, and for a moment, he considered calling out to him, breaking the quiet tension, but before he could a sudden, sharp pain twisted through his lower abdomen. It caught him off guard, stealing the breath from his lungs and sending a wave of dizziness crashing over him.

His knees buckled, and he sank down onto the stone path, hands clutching his stomach as cold sweat broke out across his skin. The world tilted wildly, colors blurring at the edges as his vision tunneled. Panic prickled at his mind...he tried to call out, to reach for something solid...but the strength drained from his limbs like water through a sieve.

His body folded forward, forehead pressing against the rough stone, breath shallow and ragged. Time seemed to stretch...slow and merciless...before everything faded into darkness.

A sharp shout cut through the stillness the bodyguard stationed near the patio sprinted across the garden, heart hammering with alarm. He skidded to a stop beside Jimin’s limp form, and dropped to his knees.

Fumbling, he pulled out his phone and called Jungkook with urgent breaths, voice clipped but tense. “Alpha, Jimin’s collapsed. I’m here with him. He needs help, now.”

Jungkook’s reply was a low growl, almost a snarl through the phone. “Stay with him. Don’t touch him until I get there.”

The guard swallowed hard, glancing down at Jimin’s pale face.

Seconds later, the heavy thud of boots on the marble floor echoed through the mansion’s hallways as Jungkook burst out the back doors, fury and fear blazing in his eyes. His strides ate up the distance to the garden in powerful bounds.

As the guard reached to lift Jimin gently in a bridal carry, a guttural growl tore from Jungkook’s throat. “Don’t fucking touch him!” The alpha’s voice was raw, deadly...no one challenged his claim.

Jungkook knelt down smoothly, careful but possessive, sliding his arms beneath Jimin’s fragile body. The warmth of his mate pressed against him, shaky and thin, like glass about to shatter.

His nose brushed against Jimin’s hair, inhaling deeply. The faint, aching sweetness of his scent was sharper now...raw and vulnerable. The alpha’s heart slammed against his ribs. Every instinct screamed to protect, to claim, to never let go.

Jimin's heat had arrived.

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Jungkook’s arms cradled Jimin with a tenderness that belied the fierce protectiveness burning in his eyes. Every fragile breath the omega took carried that intoxicating scent... rich, sweet, and raw with need. It wrapped around Jungkook’s senses, pulling him closer, tightening his chest with the primal urge to guard and claim.

He moved deliberately through the mansion’s shadowed halls, each step measured, every breath quiet but heavy with urgency. The path led to his sanctuary... the bedroom where his scent clung thickest to the air, where every corner held the memory of him, a silent, invisible fortress built to comfort and protect.

The door clicked softly behind them as Jungkook settled Jimin onto the vast California King bed. The black silk sheets whispered under the weight, cool and smooth against Jimin’s clammy skin. Jungkook’s scent... the deep musk of sandalwood, and dark spices...swirled around them, a protective shroud.

Jimin’s eyes fluttered, lids heavy but slowly opening to meet Jungkook’s dark, smoldering gaze. Jungkook brushed a damp strand of hair from Jimin’s forehead, thumb lingering against the soft skin, steadying both the omega and himself.

His phone buzzed in his palm... Jin. Jungkook’s voice was low, firm as he gave the order, “Get up here. Now.”

Before Jin arrived, Jungkook called Yoongi. His voice was rough, edged with the weight of responsibility. “I’m going to be tied up for a few days. Jimin’s heat’s about to hit hard. You’re running things until I get back.”

A calm reassurance came through the line. “No problem. You focus on him. I’ve got it.”

The door opened quietly, Jin stepping inside with a practiced calm that belied the seriousness of the situation. His eyes quickly assessed Jimin’s fragile frame, hands moving with precision over the omega’s body.

“He’s on the brink,” Jin said softly, voice low enough that only Jungkook and Jimin could hear. “Minutes... maybe less... before full heat.”

Jimin’s breath hitched, eyes flickering between the two. Jungkook shifted closer, hands cupping Jimin’s face with a desperate gentleness.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook whispered, voice thick with concern.

Jimin’s throat bobbed, a weak nod the only answer. “Heat...almost.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched. “I’m here, baby. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Jin stepped toward the door, giving them privacy but keeping a watchful eye from the threshold.

Jungkook’s voice lowered, rough and possessive. “You have a choice. I can help you through this...or they can sedate you.”

The room was thick with tension as Jimin’s eyes searched Jungkook’s, finding warmth and fierce promise there. “I don't want to be sedated... just want you, alpha. I want you to be here.”

Jungkook’s lips brushed against Jimin’s temple, a soft, possessive kiss that sent a shiver through them both.

“I want to help you through this,” Jungkook said, voice barely more than a growl. “But I’ll want to bite you. You know what that means, right?”

Jimin’s blush deepened, but his voice was steady. “I want your bite. I’m yours.”

A slow smile curved Jungkook’s lips as he captured Jimin’s mouth in a fierce, claiming kiss... tongue, teeth, and raw heat mingling in a promise neither would forget.

When they finally broke apart, Jungkook’s eyes burned with fierce protectiveness. He looked toward the door. “No sedation.”

Jin nodded, lips curling into a soft smile. “I’ll send up what you need. Check back in a few days.”

The door closed behind Jin, and the quiet wrapped around them once more.

Jungkook settled beside Jimin, pressing a hand to his back, his scent enveloping the omega like a vow.

“Whatever comes, I’m here,” Jungkook murmured.

Jimin’s fingers curled around Jungkook’s wrist, anchoring himself to the alpha... their bond a fragile, fierce tether against the storm.

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The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows across the room, painting Jungkook’s broad shoulders and strong arms in warm light. He took his shoes off then moved slowly, deliberately unbuttoning and peeling off his shirt, the fabric sliding over taut muscles and disappearing to the floor.

His breath was steady, but his eyes never left Jimin...lying pale and fragile on the bed, the first signs of heat stirring beneath his skin. Jungkook’s hands worked carefully, unbuckling his belt and sliding his slacks down, leaving him bare except for the dark outline of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He reached down, fingers curling around the waistband, and slowly peeled them down his muscular legs until they pooled at his ankles. His long, hard cock smacking gently above his belly button.

A low hum of anticipation thrummed through the room, thickening the air. Jungkook’s pulse quickened as he climbed into bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight.

He settled beside Jimin with practiced gentleness, easing under the soft sheets, the warmth of his body immediately pressing close to the omega’s.

Jungkook’s fingers trailed lightly down Jimin’s spine, grounding and steadying him as waves of heat and aching desire pulsed through the omega’s body. The faint tremor under his skin told Jungkook just how close Jimin was to unraveling. The bedroom was thick with the scent of Jimin’s swelling heat...raw, sweet, intoxicating...and Jungkook’s own pheromones flared in response, hot and possessive, curling low in his gut. The air between them felt heavy, charged, as though even the walls could sense the inevitability of what was about to happen.

“Tell me if it hurts,” Jungkook murmured, his voice low and rough as he shifted closer, his broad chest brushing against Jimin’s sweat soaked chest.

Jimin’s breath hitched. His skin was flushed, damp with sweat, and between his thighs the slow, insistent drip of slick left him feverish and needy. His muscles tensed with every flicker of sensation, nerves raw and unbearably sensitive.

“I’m here,” Jungkook whispered, lips ghosting over his temple, then dragging down the curve of his jaw to linger over the flutter of his pulse. “You’re safe.”

Strong hands slid beneath the frayed denim of Jimin’s cut-off shorts, peeling them down over his legs. The lace panties underneath clung damply to his heat-swollen skin, delicate patterns stretched over the curves of his thighs.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and peeled them away slowly, baring Jimin completely. His fingers ghosted over the sensitive inner thighs before sliding forward to cup him, slick coating his fingertips instantly.

“Always so wet for me,” Jungkook growled, his voice vibrating through Jimin’s bones. He pressed a finger to the tight, untouched ring of muscle at Jimin’s entrance, smearing slick over it before easing inside.

Jimin gasped, his back arching as the intrusion stretched him, the pressure sharp but molten with pleasure.

“One finger,” Jungkook murmured, curling it slightly as he moved it in and out. “Get you used to me.”

Another finger joined, stretching him wider, the thick slide of both pushing into untouched heat making Jimin’s toes curl. Jungkook worked them in slowly, scissoring to loosen him up, brushing against that tender, hidden spot that made Jimin moan brokenly.

“You’re so tight, baby,” Jungkook rasped, kissing the side of his neck, biting lightly at the flushed skin. “Made to take me.”

Jimin’s thighs trembled, but he didn’t pull away... he pushed back, greedy for more. Jungkook’s lips curled in satisfaction. “That’s it. Open up for me.”

The third finger slid in with a deep, slow push, the stretch burning but blissful. Jungkook kept all three buried to the base, curling them in a steady rhythm that made the omega’s hips rock helplessly against his hand. The wet, obscene sounds of slick squelching filled the room, mixing with Jimin’s breathless whimpers. Jungkook’s other hand wrapped around Jimin’s flushed cock, small but hard and leaking precum down his shaft. His palm stroked him in sync with the deliberate thrust of his fingers inside, making Jimin’s body writhe between pleasure at the front and the deep stretch behind.

“Look at you,” Jungkook growled against his ear. “Shaking and dripping for me. So fucking perfect.”

The pleasure built fast. Jimin’s nails dug into Jungkook’s shoulders, his head falling forward onto the alpha’s chest as his body tightened. The orgasm hit with a sharp cry, hot spurts spilling over Jungkook’s hand and onto his belly. Slick poured from his hole, coating Jungkook’s fingers until they shone.

Jungkook slowly withdrew, his hand soaked in omega slick, and cupped Jimin’s flushed face, brushing his thumbs over damp cheeks. "Tell alpha what you need." Jungkook rumbled deep in his chest.

“I need you inside me,” Jimin whispered, voice breaking, the ache in his belly deepening until it hurt to breathe.

Jungkook’s pupils were blown wide, black swallowing the brown. His scent thickened...earthy and sharp, saturating the air. “No more waiting,” he growled, gripping Jimin’s hips in both hands and dragging him down onto the hard, heavy length straining between them.

Jimin whimpered, the sharp ache twisting through him, but Jungkook’s voice was relentless.

“You’re mine. You’re made for me.”

Without hesitation, Jungkook angled Jimin’s hips up and pressed the thick, flushed head of his cock against the omega’s slick, swollen entrance. It was already dripping, soft and fluttering from his heat, but Jungkook was far from gentle. He didn’t ask. He took.

The first push stole the breath from Jimin’s lungs... slow enough to make him feel every inch, but hard enough to force his body to stretch around the sheer girth. The burn was sharp, but underneath it was a molten pleasure that made his toes curl. Slick gushed around Jungkook’s length, coating him in wet heat as he sank deeper.

Jungkook’s hands clamped onto his hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. He dragged Jimin down the last few inches, seating himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural groan that vibrated against the omega’s skin. His cock throbbed inside him, stretching him wide and full.

“So fucking tight,” Jungkook growled into Jimin’s ear, his teeth grazing the shell before nipping at it. “Just like I want you.”

Then he began to move.

Each thrust was deep, heavy, devastating... the thick length dragging along every swollen nerve inside him. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mingling with the alpha’s ragged growls and Jimin’s high, gasping cries. Jungkook’s pace was merciless... hips snapping forward with bruising force, grinding against him at the end of every stroke to make him feel the weight of his cock buried deep.

Jimin clawed at Jungkook’s shoulders, his nails leaving red streaks in the alpha’s skin as he tried to ground himself against the overwhelming stretch and the raw pleasure curling tighter in his belly.

Jungkook bent over him, mouth at his jaw, biting and sucking bruises into his skin... territory marks without breaking skin. His voice was rough, dripping with dominance.

“You belong to me. Every inch of you is mine.”

Then Jimin felt it... the base of Jungkook’s cock swelling, pressing insistently at his rim. The knot was already thick and hard, catching at the entrance with every thrust, forcing his body to stretch wider before it popped free again, only to press in harder the next time.

The teasing was unbearable. Jungkook’s hips rolled and slammed forward in quick, powerful thrusts, each time pushing the knot deeper until it nearly breached, then pulling back to make Jimin whimper in frustration.

Slick spilled freely down his thighs, dripping between them and soaking the sheets beneath. The smell of heat and sex was heady, saturating the air until Jungkook’s instincts roared in his veins.

One hand slid down between their bodies, gripping Jimin’s flushed, leaking cock. Jungkook stroked it in hard, fast pulls in perfect rhythm with the relentless pistoning of his hips.

“Come for me, baby,” he rasped, his breath hot and filthy against Jimin’s ear. “Show me you’re mine. Milk my cock with that perfect little hole.”

Jimin’s body seized, his inner walls clamping around Jungkook like a vice as the orgasm tore through him. He came in thick, hot spurts over Jungkook’s fist and his own stomach, his cries muffled against the alpha’s shoulder. The sudden tightness around him made Jungkook snarl, his own release hitting hard.

With one final, brutal thrust, the knot forced its way past Jimin’s rim, locking them together. The flare stretched him to the point of trembling, and then the warmth of Jungkook’s cum spilled deep, pulsing in thick waves until Jimin could feel it pooling inside him.

Jungkook stayed pressed against him, knot throbbing as he fucked small, shallow thrusts just to keep Jimin shivering through the aftershocks. His voice, when it finally came, was softer but still claiming.

“Mine. No one will ever have you like this.”

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The sheets were soaked through with slick and cum, tangled around their naked bodies as Jimin lay sated and exhausted, chest rising and falling against the quiet rhythm of Jungkook’s steady breaths. His skin was flushed and marked...love bites trailing down his neck and shoulders like a map of possession. Jungkook had taken him three more times since his heat had started. His omega was insatiable.

Jungkook’s instincts churned fiercely beneath his calm exterior. He couldn’t just lie here. His omega needed care, nourishment, protection. The heat wasn’t over...pain and craving would return, and Jungkook was already preparing himself to meet every desperate need.

Slowly, carefully, he slid out from under Jimin, leaving the warmth of his big body behind but taking his scent with him as he rose, completely naked and impossibly powerful. His feet moved to the door, fingers curling around the basket Jin had left behind...a bounty of food, supplements, and bottles of water.

Jungkook pulled out two bottles of water, heavy and cold in his hands, and returned to the bed. Jimin’s eyes fluttered open, hazy and still heavy with the haze of aftermath. His lips parted in a soft whimper as Jungkook settled beside him.

“Drink,” Jungkook murmured, tipping the bottle to Jimin’s lips. The omega drank slowly, lips trembling, swallowing down the life-giving water as Jungkook’s hand brushed damp hair from his forehead.

Next, Jungkook offered a cereal bar, watching as Jimin nibbled it with small, fragile bites. The simple act grounded them both...a tether back to the world beyond the heat’s fierce grip.

Jungkook drank from his own bottle, then drew Jimin close again, pulling the omega onto his chest, skin to skin, warmth to warmth. He cradled Jimin like a precious thing, heart pounding with the quiet knowledge that pain and need would return any minute. His fingers traced lazy circles on Jimin’s back as they lay there, the quiet ticking before the storm.

All of a sudden, a soft, desperate whimper broke the silence as heat flared again, raw and urgent, setting Jimin’s body trembling atop Jungkook’s. The scent of his swollen, slick heat filled the room, making Jungkook’s cock throb painfully, already rock hard and aching for his mate.

Jimin’s trembling hands wrapped around Jungkook’s thick length, slick and heavy with precome, guiding himself slowly down the swollen shaft. With a shaky gasp, he sank onto Jungkook’s cock, the tight, wet heat enveloping every inch in a delicious, burning stretch.

Jungkook groaned low, deep in his throat, his strong hands gripping Jimin’s hips firmly, steadying him as the omega began to ride him. The slow, torturous friction set fire to every nerve ending, pulling soft cries and ragged gasps from Jimin’s lips.

His flushed cheeks glowed under Jungkook’s intense gaze...eyes dark with raw, possessive hunger as they traced every tremble, every shuddering breath. The vulnerability in Jimin’s expression made Jungkook’s control snap, every muscle twitching with desperate need.

His hands squeezed Jimin’s waist, fingers digging into soft, sensitive skin just enough to claim and ground them both in the moment. Jungkook’s knot throbbed painfully, swelling and pulsing with the desperate urge to lock them together.

Jimin’s hands drifted down Jungkook’s powerful thighs, fingertips trailing featherlight paths over taut muscles, memorizing the heat beneath his skin. His head fell back, lips parting in a breathy whimper that sent shivers coursing down Jungkook’s spine.

“It’s so fucking big,” Jimin murmured, voice trembling with awe and need. “Feels so good. Only mine, alpha?” 

Jungkook’s lips brushed the sensitive skin of Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing lightly as he whispered, “Only for you, baby. Only yours.”

His body trembled, knot swelling tighter, aching to pull Jimin deeper, to claim him completely with every fierce thrust.

Jimin’s voice cracked as he bounced slowly up and down, hips rolling, riding Jungkook’s thick cock with desperate devotion. His hands clenched Jungkook’s shoulders, nails digging in, eyes searching his mate’s with raw, pleading need.

“Alpha… please, pup me. I want to be yours…only yours.”

Jungkook’s chest tightened, a guttural growl rolling through him as he promised, “I'll give you as many pups as you want, my omega. All of them. Just for you.”

The weight of that vow settled heavy in the air, binding them tighter as Jimin moved with fierce, aching need, their connection blazing hotter with every thrust and gasp.

Then, with a guttural growl, Jungkook’s knot swelled and pressed deep inside, catching on Jimin’s tight rim before sliding fully in, locking them together in that primal, intimate grip meant only for mated alphas and omegas.

Their cries...raw, fierce, utterly intimate...filled the room as Jungkook released inside, pulsing deep within Jimin’s heat.

Waves of release crashed over them both, throbbing and pulsing, sealing their bond not just in flesh but in soul.

They stayed locked, Jungkook’s breath heavy on Jimin’s flushed skin as the heat faded slowly into the soft, fierce glow of possession and love.

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The bedroom was thick with the lingering heat and scent of Jimin’s fevered body, his breaths shallow and uneven. Jungkook’s eyes softened as he took in his mate...fragile, trembling, still half out of it from the relentless storm of his heat. Without hesitation, he bent down and lifted Jimin into his arms, careful to support every aching limb.

“Let me take care of you,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and steady.

Jimin’s head lolled against Jungkook’s chest, breaths hitching as his arms weakly curled around the alpha’s neck. His body was slick with sweat, skin flushed and tender, muscles tight with pain and need. Jungkook carried him with practiced ease, their footsteps muffled by the plush rug as they crossed the room toward the en suite bathroom.

The warm light spilled from the open door, casting a golden glow over the steam curling from the bathtub already filling with hot water scented faintly with eucalyptus and lavender...a scent meant to soothe and ease. Jungkook eased Jimin down gently into the water, supporting his back as the heat enveloped his exhausted muscles, coaxing slow relief from the tension.

Jimin sagged against the warmth, eyelids fluttering closed, the fevered haze in his eyes softening for a moment. Jungkook settled behind him, arms wrapping around the omega’s damp, trembling frame, holding him close to share his steady heat.

Slowly, Jungkook dipped his hands into the warm water and began to wash Jimin with tender care...fingertips tracing gentle circles across flushed skin, soothing away the sweat and ache. When his hand moved lower, brushing carefully between Jimin’s thighs to clean out his hole...the omega whimpered softly, voice trembling and raw.

“Alpha...stop... you’re washing away our pups...”

Jungkook’s heart clenched. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Jimin’s temple, voice thick with promise.

“Shh... alpha will give you more. I’ll fill you up again, every time. You’re mine.”

Jimin’s eyes fluttered open, filled with a fragile trust that steadied Jungkook’s resolve. His fingers brushed damp hair from Jimin’s face as he continued, washing slowly, reverently, honoring every inch of his mate’s aching body.

When the bath was over, Jungkook rose first, water dripping from his skin, and wrapped a thick towel around his waist. Then he carefully lifted Jimin from the tub, still weak and trembling, and wrapped him in a warm towel, cocooning him in safety and warmth.

Setting Jimin on the bathroom counter, Jungkook brushed his fingers softly over the omega’s damp cheek.

“Alpha will be right back, baby,” he whispered, voice tender. “I’m going to change the sheets.”

Jimin nodded weakly, eyes already heavy with exhaustion. Jungkook moved quickly to strip the bed of soaked linens and replace them with fresh, cool sheets scented faintly with his lavender and dark spices. Returning, he gathered Jimin into his arms again and carried him gently back to the bed.

They settled beneath the crisp sheets, Jungkook’s arms tightening protectively around Jimin’s fragile form. The heat still lingered, thick and urgent in the room, but beneath it bloomed a fragile calm...their quiet tether amid the storm.

Jimin’s breath hitched as he nestled closer, voice a soft whisper against Jungkook’s chest.

“Hold me tighter.”

Jungkook’s lips brushed the crown of Jimin’s head, voice steady and sure as he pulled him closer to his chest.

“Always, my omega.”

They drifted to sleep tangled together, the quiet between them a sacred refuge...both waiting until the heat surged once more...raw and relentless, waking them into the last wave of the storm.

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A charged silence hung in the air...thick and electric...as the heat began to flare again. Jimin’s skin felt like it was on fire, fever burning through him as he trembled against Jungkook’s steady chest. His breaths came shallow and shaky, every inhale a desperate, ragged pull.

“Alpha... please... I need you. Now.”

Jungkook’s eyes snapped open instantly, alert despite the late hour. His gaze softened as he took in Jimin’s flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, and the way his bare thighs rubbed restlessly together beneath the sheets, driven by raw, heat-fueled need. Without a word, he rolled Jimin onto his back, their eyes locking with a fierce, unspoken vow.

I’m here... you’re safe... you’re mine.

His mouth crashed onto Jimin’s with a hunger that stole the omega’s breath. Lips parted, tongues tangled in a fierce, claiming kiss...wet, messy, desperate. Jungkook’s teeth scraped along Jimin’s jaw and down the column of his throat, sharp nips followed by soothing licks that made Jimin gasp, tilting his head back to bare more skin for his alpha.

Jimin clutched at Jungkook’s shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle, anchoring himself against the overwhelming waves of heat and desire. Jungkook’s hands were greedy...sliding over the curve of his back, gripping his hips, then slipping lower to squeeze the swell of his ass.

Breaking the kiss, Jungkook trailed his mouth down over Jimin’s chest, tongue swirling around a hardened nipple before biting lightly, then soothing the sting with slow, wet licks. His hand slid between Jimin’s thighs, finding the hot, slick mess pooling there. He spread him open, exposing every flushed inch, and the scent of Jimin’s slick made his cock throb painfully.

Jungkook lowered himself, breath hot against Jimin’s most sensitive flesh. His tongue pressed in, sliding over the slicked rim, teasing in slow circles before thrusting deep. The taste of his omega made him growl low in his chest...a vibration that shook right through Jimin’s core.

“Shh...you’re mine,” Jungkook murmured against him, voice thick and raw. “So beautiful like this...so fucking perfect for me.”

Jimin’s thighs trembled, his body clenching instinctively around Jungkook’s tongue as he moaned...high, breathless, utterly wrecked. Slick gushed with every thrust of the alpha’s tongue, dripping down Jungkook’s chin. His hands slid under Jimin’s ass, tilting his hips up so he could bury himself deeper, tongue fucking him with obscene, wet sounds.

The heat and pleasure built fast...Jimin’s toes curled, his head pressed back into the pillow as he writhed. Jungkook slid a hand up to wrap around his flushed cock, stroking in time with the movements of his tongue inside him.

“Ah...Alpha...” Jimin’s voice broke, hips jerking helplessly.

“Mine,” Jungkook growled low, the word rumbling against Jimin’s thigh as he bent down, dragging the flat of his tongue through the wet heat, tasting him like a starving man. Jimin whimpered, fingers twisting in the sheets, thighs trembling as Jungkook’s mouth worked him open...slow licks melting into filthy, hungry sucks, the alpha’s growls vibrating right into him.

The worship bled into possession when Jungkook gripped Jimin’s hips hard enough to bruise, holding him still while he devoured him. Every desperate gasp, every tremble, every sweet pulse of slick was claimed. When Jimin’s back bowed and a high, keening cry tore from his throat, Jungkook didn’t stop...he pushed two thick fingers inside, curling until Jimin’s vision went white.

“Alpha... inside me please...” Jimin sobbed, voice breaking, and that was all it took. 

“Present for Alpha,” Jungkook ordered, voice dark silk.

Jimin’s omega rose to the surface instantly. He rolled over onto his hands and knees, face down, ass up... spine arching, knees spreading, face pressed into the pillow. The position was pure instinct, and Jungkook’s breath shuddered as his cock pressed against the slick, swollen entrance.

The alpha's growls came in sharp, heavy pulls as he took in the sight of Jimin kneeling for him....slick glistening down his thighs, hole fluttering open in invitation. His control frayed. He gripped the swell of Jimin’s hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, pulling him back until the blunt head of his cock nestled against that wet heat.

“Beg me, omega,” Jungkook growled, his voice fraying with restraint.

“Please...” Jimin’s voice cracked on the word, needy and sweet, “Alpha, I need you... need your knot, need you so bad...”

That was all it took. Jungkook slammed forward in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Jimin cried out, back arching as his body stretched around the thick intrusion, the raw heat of it filling every nerve with fire. Jungkook stayed still for a moment, groaning against the back of Jimin’s neck, savoring the way his omega’s walls pulsed around him.

Then he started to move.

Each thrust was deep, dragging along every sensitive spot inside Jimin, grinding him down into the mattress. Jungkook’s hands roamed greedily...one gripping his hip in a bruising hold, the other sliding up to palm the curve of his stomach where he could feel himself pressing deep inside. His pace was ruthless but not careless, each snap of his hips a calculated claim.

“Can feel you everywhere, omega,” Jungkook panted against his ear, letting his teeth scrape along the shell. “You were made for me.”

Jimin’s moans pitched higher, the sound almost broken as slick dripped down to soak Jungkook’s thighs. His body clenched tighter with each thrust, pushing him toward the edge.

Jungkook’s knot began to swell, thickening at the base, stretching Jimin wider with every desperate push forward. The alpha’s growls deepened, hips grinding down until the knot was pressing insistently at the rim of that fluttering hole.

“Take it for me, baby... gonna knot you so good. Gonna give you so many pups,” Jungkook rasped, and when Jimin’s soft, wrecked “yes” spilled into the air, he thrust hard, forcing the knot past the tight ring of muscle until they were locked together.

Jimin’s cry was half-pleasure, half-surrender as the knot seated deep, filling him completely. Jungkook’s release hit hard, a guttural snarl tearing from his chest as he pumped his omega full, every pulse of heat making Jimin shudder and gasp.

They stayed pressed together, Jungkook’s chest draped over Jimin’s back, his hands roaming over trembling skin, whispering filthy praise against the damp curve of his shoulder.

But Jungkook wasn’t done yet. With a low growl, he slowly withdrew, knot slipping free with a wet, slick pop. His hands gripped Jimin’s hips firmly as he rolled the omega onto his back, eyes dark and hungry.

“Back to me,” Jungkook demanded, voice thick with possessiveness.

Jimin obeyed instinctively, legs parting eagerly as Jungkook thrusts his still hard cock inside again, snapping his hips with bruising power. The knot swelled once more, locking them together tighter than before. This time, their cries mingled in raw harmony, bodies moving as one in the perfect rhythm of claiming and surrender.

"Bite me, alpha. Make me yours." Jimin whimpered as he bared his neck. Jungkook's fingers slid to the sensitive skin of Jimin’s neck, curling around it possessively.

With slow, deliberate pressure, Jungkook sank his teeth into the pulse point...marking his omega with a deep, fierce bite that sent sparks shooting through them both.

Jimin’s breath hitched, lips parting in a ragged moan. His hands moved to Jungkook’s neck, teeth grazing the alpha’s skin with equal hunger before sinking in with a desperate, needy bite of his own.

A low, guttural growl rumbled from Jungkook’s throat as the reciprocal mating bite sealed their bond...raw, intimate, and forever. Their mouths met in a searing kiss, tongues tangling in the taste of possession and devotion.

When at last the waves of pleasure ebbed, the charged heat in the room began to dissolve... the thick, intoxicating energy slowly fading into a soft, peaceful warmth. His heat was over.

Jungkook’s breath feathered over Jimin’s flushed skin as he whispered, “I love you...”

Jimin’s voice was barely audible, but no less fierce. “I love you, alpha...”

Their hands found each other, fingers intertwining as they lay tangled beneath the sheets...two halves made whole, bound forever by heat, need, and love.

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The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, warming the room in a gentle embrace. Jimin’s eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep, only to find himself cradled from behind by Jungkook’s strong, steady arms. The alpha’s chest pressed warmly against his back, steady breaths syncing with his own.

A subtle movement sent a delicious pressure pressing against his slick, still-sensitive hole, and Jimin let out a soft, involuntary whimper. His hips instinctively shifted back, the ache and heat inside him clashing in a confusing tangle. He was still so sore...but the raw need simmered beneath the surface, relentless.

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open at the whimper, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Behave,” he murmured, voice husky but amused. “We can’t fuck again until you heal. You bled a little the first time...my big cock was too much for your tiny hole.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed deep crimson. “Stop...you're being crass,” he whispered, voice a little breathless and embarrassed.

The alpha laughed softly again, brushing a finger tenderly over Jimin’s temple before pressing a kiss to the top of his hair. Slowly, he eased out of the bed, the soft stretch of his muscled back drawing Jimin’s eyes without him meaning to follow.

Jimin’s gaze traced over the beautiful expanse of Jungkook’s skin revealed beneath the soft light...the full sleeve tattoo winding around his right arm like a living shadow, intricate black wolves stalking down his bicep and forearm. Then, as Jungkook turned, Jimin caught sight of the massive wolf tattoo stretching across his broad back...a towering alpha wolf with glowing red eyes howling beneath a crescent moon, flanked by smaller wolves, all etched in deep black ink with pawprints trailing down the spine. The artistry was fierce, wild, and utterly captivating, just like the man himself.

His alpha was beautiful.

His pulse quickened, heat rising in his cheeks as he watched Jungkook move with confident ease, the rippling muscles beneath the ink flexing with every step. He felt his own desire stir anew, even as his body still ached from their first time.

Jungkook caught his gaze and smiled, then padded back to the bed. He leaned down, his voice low and teasing. “Behave,” he warned again, pressing a brief kiss to Jimin’s temple.

Jimin shivered under the touch but nodded, smiling shyly.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened with something tender but firm. “I want you to go see Jin today. Let him check on your progress...your health, nutrition, everything. And get some ointment for that sore hole of yours.”

Jimin’s blush deepened, the bluntness of the words making his heart flutter in a delicious mix of embarrassment and warmth. “Okay,” he breathed.

“I’m going to take a shower now,” Jungkook said, rising again, the commanding tone softening as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear.

Jimin watched as his alpha disappeared behind the glass shower door, the sound of running water soon filling the room. The ache in his body was still tender, but desire simmered beneath the surface. Slowly, carefully, he slipped out of the bed, limping quietly toward the bathroom.

The door was slightly ajar, steam curling around the edges. With a cautious breath, Jimin pushed it open and slipped inside, the heat washing over him immediately. Jungkook stood under the cascade, droplets running down the thick lines of his tattoos and the defined planes of his muscled back.

Without hesitation, Jimin wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s waist, resting his head against that familiar, powerful back. His lips pressed soft, reverent kisses along the wolf tattoo...where the massive alpha wolf howled beneath the crescent moon.

Jungkook tilted his head back under the water, then turned slowly, eyes gleaming with amusement and something darker. “Don’t start what you can’t finish,” he warned with a playful smirk.

Jimin’s grin was mischievous and bold. “Wanna bet?”

Before Jungkook could respond, Jimin sank to his knees in front of him, eyes locked on the hardening cock already heavy and pulsing with need. “Teach me,” he whispered, voice trembling with want and determination. “Teach me how to suck you right.”

A slow, deep chuckle rumbled from Jungkook’s chest as he reached down, gently tilting Jimin’s chin up to meet his gaze. “You’re going to learn,” he promised, voice low and rough. “And I’ll make sure you never forget.”

The warm water cascaded over Jungkook’s tattooed back as Jimin knelt before him, heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and desire. His fingers trembled slightly as they traced along the hard length bobbing insistently in front of his face.

"It's so big, alpha. I can't believe I took it inside of me." Jimin said with awe and desire.

Jungkook’s breath hitched as Jimin’s lips brushed the sensitive tip, tasting the salty, musky heat that pooled there. “Slow,” Jungkook murmured, voice thick with need. “Take your time. Don't want you to choke on it."

Jimin nodded, eyes flickering up to meet Jungkook’s as he parted his lips wider, teasing the tip with the softest flick of his tongue. He felt the alpha’s hands settle gently on his head, fingers threading through his hair as encouragement and ownership.

Taking more in, Jimin felt the slick warmth coat his tongue and lips, the subtle pulse of Jungkook’s cock vibrating against his mouth sending sparks through his whole body. He worked carefully, sucking and swirling his tongue, trying to memorize every inch, every taste.

Jungkook groaned low in his throat, hips pushing forward slightly, seeking more friction. “Fuck, those lips baby...you’re so good,” he growled, voice thick and rough. “Keep going.”

Jimin’s hands gripped Jungkook’s thighs as he bobbed his head slowly at first, then with more confidence and urgency, his mouth stretching to accommodate the thick, hard length. The scent of Jungkook’s skin...earthy, fierce, intoxicating...filled his senses, making his own pulse race.

Jungkook’s fingers tightened in Jimin’s hair, guiding him deeper, the raw possessiveness evident in every touch. “That’s it, baby. Don’t stop. Make me forget everything but you.”

Jimin’s throat burned, saliva pooling as he worked diligently, lips and tongue stroking in rhythm with Jungkook’s breathing. The alpha’s hips rocked forward with growing desperation, the water splashing around them in heated waves.

“God, you’re going to make me knot so hard...” Jungkook groaned, voice breaking as the tension spiraled higher.

Jimin pressed his hands harder against Jungkook’s thighs, swallowing deeply as the alpha’s cock throbbed, slick and pulsing in his mouth. He knew this was more than just teaching...it was claiming, worship, and devotion all tangled together.

With one last slow, deep suck, Jungkook’s breath hitched and a low growl tore from his chest as he tensed, his hands gripping Jimin’s hair as he knotted and spilled hot release deep into his mouth.

Jimin held his knot gently to keep it protected...swallowing every drop, a flush of pride and love blooming as the taste of his alpha filled him.

When the trembling finally subsided, Jungkook pulled Jimin up, capturing his lips in a fierce, desperate kiss...an unspoken promise of more to come once Jimin healed.

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Jungkook stood tall by the bedroom doorway, every inch the powerful alpha in his sharply tailored black suit. The fabric clung perfectly to his broad shoulders and sculpted torso, the faint sheen of the cloth catching the morning light. His wolf tattoo peeked just above the collar of his shirt...an intricate, fierce black wolf with glowing red eyes howling beneath a crescent moon, the mark of his pack and his claim. It was raw and wild, much like the man himself, and Jimin couldn’t help but steal a glance, heart fluttering with pride and something deeper, something tender.

Jimin lay curled up in the middle of the bed, wrapped in Jungkook’s oversized bathrobe, the softness comforting against his still-sore skin. The heat from the shower still clung to the air, mixing with Jungkook's scent...an aroma that made Jimin’s chest tighten in the best way. He watched quietly as Jungkook’s gaze softened when it settled on him.

“I called the housemaids,” Jungkook said, voice low but firm, cutting through the quiet. “They’re moving all your things in here. Every last one. This is our room now. Yours and mine.”

Jimin’s breath hitched, a rush of warmth spreading through his chest. His lips curved into a shy but excited smile. The idea that Jungkook wanted him closer, to share this space fully, made his pulse race. He pushed himself up slowly, careful of the soreness in his bottom, and shifted onto his knees, crawling to the edge of the bed. His eyes locked onto Jungkook’s, sparkling with hope and a little nervousness.

“Alpha,” Jimin’s voice was soft but earnest, “can I make us a nest? In our bed? Something cozy...safe.”

A deep growl rumbled in Jungkook’s chest, low and possessive. He crossed the room in long, confident strides, reaching out to cup Jimin’s face with rough, calloused hands. His thumbs traced the delicate curve of Jimin’s cheek, steadying and claiming all at once. Then, without warning, he crashed his lips onto Jimin’s in a fierce, demanding kiss...hungry and tender at the same time.

When Jungkook pulled back just enough to breathe, his dark eyes were intense, full of promise. “Make the nest however you want, baby. I want it to be a place where you feel safe… where our pups will feel safe too.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed with warmth, but the teasing glint in his eyes grew bolder. “What if I want five pups?” he whispered, a playful challenge lacing his tone as he imagined their future family.

Jungkook’s grin was sharp, almost feral, edged with undeniable devotion. “Then I’ll give you five pups...and we'll have all five in the nest with us.” he promised, voice low and certain, the alpha in him unwavering.

Their lips met again, slow and heated, hands exploring with reverence and urgency. Jungkook’s fingers tangled in Jimin’s hair, pulling him closer, while Jimin’s hands traced the strong planes of Jungkook’s chest, memorizing the feel of him. The quiet room filled with the sound of their breath and whispered promises.

But then, Jungkook pulled away gently, the weight of the day settling back over him. He straightened his jacket, fingers adjusting the cuffs of his shirt with precise, practiced movements. “I have to go to work now,” he said quietly, though there was an edge of reluctance. “But I want you to keep seeing Jin. Keep getting stronger. And don’t forget the ointment for your sore hole.”

Jimin smiled softly, the love and trust shining in his eyes. “I will, Alpha. I promise.”

Jungkook leaned down to press one last kiss to Jimin’s temple...a silent vow that no matter where he went, this was where his heart was. Then, with one last lingering glance, he turned and strode toward the door.

As the door clicked softly closed behind him, Jimin lay back against the pillows, the warmth of belonging flooding him. This was more than a room...it was home. This was forever.

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The room was dark except for the faint glow of a single desk lamp casting long shadows across Alistar’s sharp features. His piercing eyes glinted with fury as the phone buzzed against the cold surface. He snatched it up, voice clipped and impatient. “Speak.”

The informant’s voice came low and urgent through the receiver, a whisper almost lost in static. “Boss... I have news about Jimin.”

Jimin...

His omega has a name.

Alistar’s grip tightened around the phone, nails digging into the smooth metal. “I’m listening.”

“He’s gone into heat. Just recently.”

A slow, cruel smile tugged at Alistar’s lips, but it didn’t touch the fire burning in his eyes. “Go on.”

“There’s more. He has a bite mark...on his neck. Fresh. The mark of Jeon Jungkook.”

For a moment, the room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside. Then, Alistar’s jaw clenched so hard it looked like it might crack. A dark storm of rage surged through him, primal and unrelenting. The mark...his prey, claimed by another alpha.

His voice dropped to a harsh growl, low and deadly. “So the omega officially belongs to that bastard wolf.”

“Yes, boss. Jungkook’s claim is real. And the heat means the bond is stronger than ever.”

Alistar slammed his fist onto the desk with a resonating crack, the force reverberating through the room. The rage was fierce, but beneath it, a cold, calculating resolve took hold.

“The chances of snatching Jimin now?” Alistar’s voice was icy. “Slim to none. Jungkook’s grip is ironclad. Eyes and men everywhere. We’d be walking into a trap.”

He paused, breathing heavy but measured, the mind of a predator sharpening. “But we wait for a moment of weakness. The next time Jimin goes out with Min’s omega…I want my men ready.”

His tone hardened, deadly serious. “Snatch them both. Bring Jimin to me...alive and unharmed. No mistakes. No slip-ups.”

Alistar’s voice dropped even lower, a venomous promise. “If Jungkook thinks he’s the only alpha who can claim what’s mine… he’s wrong. He will learn exactly what happens when you take from me.”

The line went dead, but Alistar remained seated, fingers tapping a slow, menacing rhythm on the desk. His obsession had deepened, and the hunt had only just begun.

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Jimin stepped back into their room, the soft click of the door closing behind him the only sound breaking the quiet. In his hand, he held a small bag...Jin’s ointment nestled inside, a tangible sign of progress and care. His heart felt lighter, almost buoyant, because Jin had given him a clean bill of health. The doctor’s warm smile had lifted some of the weight off his shoulders.

“You’re doing really well,” Jin had said, voice gentle but firm, eyes bright with approval. “You’ve gained ten pounds since the last visit. That’s a great sign. But I want you to gain about twenty more to be safe. Your body needs strength, Jimin.”

Jimin had flushed slightly when Jin handed him the tube for his sore spot, a teasing laugh in the doctor’s voice as he said, “Apply twice a day, and no sex for at least two days.”

The words made Jimin’s chest flutter and cheeks warm, but he nodded earnestly. “Okay, Jin. I will.”

Now, back in the sanctuary of their shared room, Jimin set about creating their nest on the large bed. Pillows were piled high in soft, inviting mounds, blankets layered with deliberate care and precision. The bed began to look like a small fortress of comfort, a safe haven from all the world’s dangers.

He even pulled Jungkook’s shirt from the laundry basket...still carrying that intoxicating alpha scent...and pressed it gently to his cheek, breathing in deeply as if the fabric could ground him, fill him with calm and safety. He arranged it carefully among the blankets and pillows.

Jimin sniffed each pillow and blanket, smoothing here, fluffing there, meticulous to the point of obsession. Every detail mattered. This was more than just comfort...it was a shield, a fortress of softness and scent and warmth, where he could feel protected and cherished.

Unnoticed, Jungkook leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, silently watching. His dark eyes softened at the sight of Jimin’s careful hands and concentrated expression.

When Jimin finally settled back onto the bed with a deep sigh, Jungkook’s voice cut through the stillness...warm and low. “That’s the most beautiful nest I’ve ever seen.”

Jimin’s body tensed slightly, fingers fidgeting with the edge of a blanket. Jungkook’s gaze narrowed with concern as he stepped forward.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked gently.

Jimin looked down, cheeks tinged pink. “Can we get a canopy for the nest?” he whispered. “It needs a canopy so I can feel safe…so our pups can feel safe...like a little cocoon.”

A deep, possessive growl rumbled from Jungkook’s chest. He closed the distance and cupped Jimin’s face in his large hands, pulling him in for a slow, searing kiss that left no doubt who claimed whom.

Jimin pulled back just enough to murmur, “You can’t deny me anything, can you?”

Jungkook grinned, and let out a rumble. “Of course not. But you have to order it online.”

Jungkook’s brow furrowed. “Online?”

Jimin shook his head, cheeks flushing again. “I can’t just buy it without feeling the fabric first. What if it’s rough or itchy? It’d be a waste of money.”

Another low growl escaped Jungkook, this one softer, amused. “Fine. You can go shopping in a few days. And with Hoseok.”

Jimin squealed softly, his face lighting up. He leaned forward, pressing a quick, eager kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “Thank you, Alpha.”

He then collapsed back into the soft nest he’d built, sighing deeply. The pillows and blankets surrounded him like a warm embrace. Slowly, he burrowed deeper, shifting and snuggling until the perfect cocoon of softness and scent enveloped him.

Jungkook chuckled quietly, the sound low and fond as he watched his omega settle in. “I just came to check on you,” he said, stepping closer. “Got a health update from Jin. Says you’re doing great. Gaining weight. Healing.”

His eyes shone with pride and something tender. “I’m proud of you.”

Jimin smiled shyly, the weight of love and comfort settling warmly in his chest. “I’m so sleepy…”

Jungkook leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss over Jimin’s lips, then his forehead. “Take a nap. I’ll wake you for dinner.”

“I love you,” Jimin whispered, voice thick with contentment.

“Love you too, baby,” Jungkook murmured softly as he straightened and quietly left the room.

Wrapped in the softness of their nest, Jimin let his eyes close, the faint scent of Jungkook’s shirt and the warmth of their home lulling him into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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Three days had passed since Jimin's heat.The slow morning light stretched across the bed, casting soft shadows over the tangled sheets and the heat still lingering on their skin. Jimin’s eyes fluttered open, the warmth of Jungkook’s body pressed against his back pulling him from sleep. His alpha’s arms were wrapped possessively around his waist, face buried in the nape of his neck, lips trailing hot, lazy kisses there.

A familiar ache stirred low in Jimin’s belly. Jungkook’s hard length pressed insistently into the small of his back, teasing the sensitive skin, and a soft, needy whimper escaped him.

Jungkook’s breath hitched against Jimin’s neck, his voice a low growl. “You want me, baby?”

Jimin pressed back into him, fingers tangling in Jungkook’s hair. “Yes… I need you.” His voice trembled, vulnerable and raw.

Jungkook shifted, sliding into him with a slow, deliberate thrust that made Jimin gasp. Every inch stretched and filled him, the heat and tightness wrapping around Jungkook like a second skin. The alpha’s hands gripped Jimin’s hips possessively, pulling him closer as their bodies moved together in a rough rhythm.

Jimin’s scent flared, thick and sweet, his heat bleeding into Jungkook’s skin as they fucked with a desperate hunger born from days apart. Jungkook’s lips found Jimin’s jaw, biting softly, marking him.

“Only mine,” Jungkook murmured against his skin, voice thick with need and something darker...possessiveness, protection, obsession.

Jimin moaned, lost in the storm of sensation. The world shrunk until there was only the slick heat of Jungkook's knot inside him, locking him down...the pounding of their hearts in sync.

When they came down from that high, collapsed and breathless, Jimin turned carefully to face his alpha, his body still humming from the intensity. “Today…Hoseok and I are going to the nest supply store,” he said softly as Jungkook ran his hand up and down his spine. “I want to get a canopy for our nest.”

Jungkook’s hands stilled. “Fuck. I forgot.” His voice was low, wary. "Are you sure you can't just order it online, baby?"

Jimin shook his head, brushing a finger along Jungkook’s jaw. “No, it's best if I can feel it. My omega will go crazy if I can't touch it first.”

The alpha’s eyes darkened as his protective instincts kicked in. He pulled Jimin closer to his chest.“Take both bodyguards. Don't leave their sight.”

Jimin looked down, and bit his lip shyly, "Baby, about the bodyguard with the buzzcut..."

Jungkook grumbled and pulled him closer. “What about him?"

Jimin hesitated, then forced the words out. “Yeah...there’s something about him. The way he looks at me...it’s not just watching out for me. It makes me feel…unsettled. I feel my hackles stand up when I'm around him. He looks at me like...like I’m a thing to be owned, not protected.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Maybe I’m crazy.”

Jungkook’s body tensed instantly. His voice went feral. “Has he touched you? Hurt you in any way?”

“No, alpha” Jimin said quickly, shaking his head. “But his eyes…they follow me too much. It makes me feel disgusting.”

A fierce anger roared in Jungkook’s chest, burning hot and raw. He pressed a desperate, possessive kiss to Jimin’s temple, lips trembling with rage and promise. “I swear, Jimin, I will take care of this. No one will touch you without my say.”

Jimin’s chest tightened with relief and love, the weight of Jungkook’s protection settling over him like armor.

They rose from the bed, bodies still aching with leftover passion. Jungkook started to dress, his mind already racing through possibilities, threats, and plans. He turned to Jimin, voice gruff but tender. “Go ahead downstairs for breakfast. I have some calls to make.”

Jimin leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “Hurry down.”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened with a promise. “I will, baby.”

Once Jimin was gone, Jungkook dialed Yoongi almost immediately. He gave a quick command. “Take the bodyguard with the buzzcut down to the cellar. I want to chat with him.”

Yoongi’s voice was calm but cautious on the other end. “Everything okay?”

“No,” Jungkook said flatly, anger simmering beneath his words. “He makes Jimin uncomfortable. I want to know why. I'll rip his fucking eyeballs out myself for looking at him.”

“I’ll find him and bring him to you as soon as I can,” Yoongi assured.

"Tell Taehyung to bring his knife collection. It's been awhile since I've let him have some fun."

Jungkook ended the call and ran a hand through his hair, frustration and protectiveness gnawing at him. Downstairs, he found Jimin already seated at the long dining table, the flicker of worry in the omega’s eyes cutting through the morning calm.

Jungkook sat beside him, reaching out to lace their fingers together under the table. The world outside was dangerous, but here, in this moment, they belonged to each other...unbreakable and fiercely guarded.

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The heat of their mating still clung to the air as Yoongi’s knot slowly slipped free from Hoseok’s slick, warm heat. Hoseok lay against him, breath ragged and heart pounding, skin flushed a deep rosy hue. Yoongi’s arms circled protectively around Hoseok’s slender frame, fingers tracing slow, soothing patterns over his back as if trying to memorize every inch.

“You’re mine,” Yoongi murmured, voice low and thick with possessiveness, lips brushing the sensitive skin along Hoseok’s shoulder blade. His scent... sunshine mixed with faint lilies...wrapped around Hoseok like a shield.

Hoseok sighed, melting into the embrace as his alpha's gunpowder and mahogany scent swirled around him . “Always,” he whispered back, his voice still husky from their exertion. “You’re my anchor in this chaos.”

The world outside the room felt miles away, the soft rustle of sheets and their mingled breaths the only sounds. Hoseok’s fingers curled lightly into the muscle of Yoongi’s arms, seeking reassurance in the quiet aftermath.

But then Yoongi’s phone buzzed sharply on the nightstand, the sudden sound slicing through their intimate bubble like a blade. His jaw clenched instinctively. The caller ID flashed: Jungkook.

Yoongi slid his hand out from under Hoseok and grabbed the phone, voice steady but with an undercurrent of tension. “Yeah?”

Jungkook’s tone was clipped, urgent. “Take the bodyguard with the buzzcut down to the cellar. I want to chat with him.”

A flicker of unease passed through Yoongi as his gaze met Hoseok’s, who stiffened beside him, eyes wide and unreadable.

“Everything okay?” Yoongi replied with calm and cautiousness. 

“No. He makes Jimin uncomfortable. I want to know why. I'll rip his fucking eyeballs out myself for looking at him.” The alpha growled.

“I’ll find him and bring him to you as soon as I can,” Yoongi assured.

"Tell Taehyung to bring his knife collection. It's been awhile since I've let him have some fun."

After ending the call, Hoseok turned in Yoongi’s arms, his warm breath ghosting over Yoongi’s neck. “I’m going out with Jimin today,” he said softly. “We’re shopping for a canopy for Jimin's nest. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

Yoongi’s brow furrowed, the alpha’s protective instincts flaring sharply. “Take something with you,” he said firmly. “A weapon. Something small you can tuck out of sight.”

Hoseok smiled, the faint curve of his lips filled with affection. “Of course, I will. You worry too much sometimes.”

“I don’t care if I do,” Yoongi grumbled, brushing a stray damp lock of hair from Hoseok’s forehead. “Better safe than sorry.”

Nudging out of the tangled sheets, Hoseok stood, naked and radiant in the morning light streaming through the window. His skin gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat, the curve of his hips and the gentle swell of his chest illuminated softly. Yoongi’s eyes lingered, heart aching with love and fierce need.

“I’ll be quick,” Hoseok promised, turning toward the bathroom where the warm water began to run.

As Hoseok stepped into the shower, Yoongi’s mind raced. He couldn’t shake the unease gnawing at his gut. He immediately began calling security, his voice low and commanding as he asked about the buzzcut bodyguard.

“No sign of him since early morning,” came the reply from the head of security.

Yoongi’s grip tightened on his phone, frustration and suspicion rising like a storm. Why would he disappear? What’s he hiding?

Cursing under his breath, Yoongi pulled on a black fitted shirt and a leather jacket, his boots heavy on the polished floor as he stalked through the estate corridors. The shadows seemed darker today, every sound amplified in the quiet halls.

His thoughts sharpened, cold and determined. I won’t let him hurt Jimin. Not on my watch.

Yoongi headed toward the cellar...a cold, dim space beneath the estate where Jungkook kept his collection of tools. Not just tools, but instruments of control and interrogation: brass knuckles worn smooth from use, cold steel pliers gleaming under the single flickering light, ropes, clamps, and other devices designed to break the unbreakable.

Reaching the cellar door, Yoongi found it locked. He tapped his commlink sharply. “Security, open the cellar door. Now.”

The massive steel door groaned open, revealing the dim stairwell leading into shadowed depths. The air hit him as he descended the narrow stairs...a mix of damp stone, oil, and something sharper, more metallic. The walls were lined with hooks and shelves, each holding instruments that told silent stories of power and pain.

Yoongi ran his fingers along the brass knuckles, their weight solid and familiar in his hand. His mind flickered with thoughts of Jungkook’s ruthless protection of his pack...and now, this new threat against Jimin. The buzzcut bodyguard wouldn’t know what hit him.

He checked the pliers next, cold and precise. Every tool was ready, sterilized, and waiting for the moment Jungkook gave the word. Yet Yoongi’s gut churned...this wasn’t just about punishment anymore. It was about guarding their family, about ensuring no one crossed the line again.

His breath was steady but sharp as he lined up a the essentials on the huge metal table...brass knuckles, pliers, ropes...then paused, his thoughts turning to Hoseok. He hoped his mate would be safe out there, shielded from the shadows that lurked beyond their walls.

He allowed himself a brief moment of vulnerability...a soft sigh, a wish whispered silently into the cold air: Please come back to me.

With a final glance around the cellar, Yoongi ascended the stairs, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders but tempered by the fierce love he carried for his pack mates.

Where are you hiding, buzzcut? His thoughts burned, a silent promise of retribution.

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Downstairs in the sleek, dimly lit kitchen, Jimin and Hoseok were gathering their things, the soft hum of the morning filtering in through the large windows. Jimin’s fingers absentmindedly smoothed over the fabric of his jacket, the thought of the shopping trip giving him a flutter of nervous excitement mixed with lingering anxiety. Hoseok moved with his usual calm confidence, double-checking their supplies and quietly reassuring Jimin with a glance.

Suddenly, the sharp sound of footsteps on the stairs made both of them look up. Jungkook appeared in the doorway, his presence like a shadow filling the room. Without a word, he crossed the space with that predator’s grace, capturing Jimin’s face in a possessive, lingering kiss. The world around them seemed to hold its breath.

Jimin’s omega instinct flared with warmth and pride. This was their alpha...strong, unyielding, fiercely protective. The way Jungkook took care of them all made Jimin feel safe, cherished, utterly claimed. Inside, a shy smile bloomed even as his cheeks warmed.

Pulling back just enough to murmur against Jimin’s lips, Jungkook’s voice was low but firm. “I’ve assigned you a different bodyguard. The situation with the bodyguard? I’m taking care of it.”

Jimin nodded, feeling the steady beat of Jungkook’s confidence steady his nerves. The alpha’s scent surrounded him...dark, musky, impossible to resist.

One last kiss, deep and promising, and Jungkook’s voice softened slightly. “Please remember to stay in sight of both bodyguards at all times.”

“I promise,” Jimin said, the words steady despite the fluttering in his chest.

As the two omegas moved toward the door, Jungkook’s eyes lingered on Jimin a moment longer, a silent vow of protection.

Once the door clicked closed behind them, Jungkook’s phone buzzed sharply. He answered, voice clipped but alert. “Yoongi.”

Yoongi’s calm tone came through the line. “I went down to the cellar, made sure all the instruments are ready...brass knuckles, pliers, everything. Clean and sharp.”

Jungkook allowed himself a brief smirk. “Did you give Taehyung a heads up?”

Yoongi chuckled, the sound dark and dry. “I did. You should’ve seen his face...he’s practically bouncing off the walls at the thought of an interrogation. I swear, he’s like a kid at Christmas. He's gonna be in the cellar when we need him.”

Jungkook’s lips twitched at the image of Taehyung eagerly waiting, a ridiculous contrast to the grim purpose of the tools.

Then Yoongi’s voice shifted, darker, tinged with concern. “But Jungkook… we’ve searched everywhere. No one’s seen that bodyguard since early this morning.”

The words hung heavy in Jungkook’s chest, his wolf snarling beneath the surface. That absence was a threat...a puzzle piece missing from a dangerous picture.

“Keep looking,” Jungkook ordered, his voice low and icy. “Don’t let him slip through the cracks.”

The line went dead, leaving Jungkook staring at the silent phone. His mind raced, instincts sharpening. He’s out there somewhere. And if he’s dangerous enough to unsettle Jimin… I will find him. And I will end this.

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The dim glow of Alistar’s office flickered under the harsh overhead light, casting long shadows over the expensive leather furniture and walls lined with weapons and trophies. He lounged in his chair, fingers drumming impatiently on the armrest as his phone buzzed sharply across the desk.

Snapping it open, Alistar’s sharp eyes narrowed as the voice of his informant crackled through the line. “Boss, we’ve got a problem.”

Alistar’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. “Speak.”

“They’re onto the bodyguard,” the informant said quietly, voice tense. “Jeon and his people. The bodyguard informed us this morning that they’ve been searching...looking for him. They want to have a ‘chat.’ You know what that means in our business. He said he was going to lay low till this is over.”

The room went deathly silent except for Alistar’s cold, slow breath. Fury bubbled beneath his skin, a dark fire igniting in his gut.

“Where’s Jimin now?” Alistar demanded, voice sharp as a blade.

The informant hesitated a moment before replying, “Bodyguard said Jimin was headed out again. Shopping trip. With Min’s omega. To the nesting supplies store.”

A twisted grin spread across Alistar’s face, eyes glinting with malicious delight. The sound of his low, cruel laugh filled the room, echoing off the cold walls.

“Perfect,” he hissed, voice dripping with venom. “He’s delivered himself right into my hands.”

Straightening, Alistar’s mind raced with cold calculation. “Gather three men. One to drive the van, two to grab the omegas as they walk into the store.”

His tone hardened, ice cutting through the warmth of his amusement. “Tell them to kill anyone that gets in their way.”

“Understood, boss,” the informant replied swiftly before the line went dead.

Alistar leaned back, a cruel smile still playing on his lips. His fingers steepled beneath his chin as he whispered to the shadows, “Soon… my omega will be in my arms again.”

The promise hung in the stale air, cold and terrifying as the storm gathering on the horizon.

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Jimin and Hoseok’s laughter mingled softly as they stepped up to the entrance of the nesting supplies store. The sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees outside, casting dappled shadows over their faces. Jimin adjusted the strap of his bag, his eyes sparkling with excitement over the canopy choices they planned to explore, while Hoseok smiled warmly, his hand gently resting on Jimin’s lower back.

“Ready to pick out something beautiful for the nest?” Hoseok asked, voice light.

Jimin giggled, nodding. “Yeah. It’s going to be perfect.”

But then, without warning, the quiet hum of the day shattered.

A white van screeched to a halt just behind them, its engine roaring like a beast awakened. The sliding door slammed open, and two figures dressed entirely in black, masked from head to toe, leapt out with lethal precision. Their eyes, visible through dark lenses, glinted cold and merciless.

Jimin froze, heart pounding, the blood draining from his face.

“No!” His scream tore through the air as the men charged forward, weapons raised and ready.

Jimin's bodyguards instinctively moved to shield them, hands reaching for guns. But before they could react fully, the two masked men opened fire with brutal efficiency...shots echoing sharply in the street.

A sickening crack, then silence.

Jimin’s world exploded in chaos as one bodyguard dropped, a spray of blood and brains splattering across Jimin’s jacket and face. His scream caught in his throat, raw terror flooding his senses.

Instinctively, Hoseok yanked a slim knife from his boot, the blade catching the light as he swung fiercely at the nearest attacker. His movements were sharp and desperate, fighting with every ounce of strength.

But the other masked man didn’t hesitate. He lunged at Jimin, hands like iron clamping onto the omega’s arms and dragging him toward the van.

Jimin struggled fiercely, claws scrabbling at the attacker’s face. He bit down hard on the man’s hand, tasting bitter sweat and leather.

A heavy blow crashed into Jimin’s temple, sending a flash of white pain before darkness pulled at the edges of his vision.

Even as he slipped into unconsciousness, Jimin caught the horrific sight of Hoseok being overwhelmed, his body falling to the ground and then lifted by the second masked man.

The world tilted violently as they were both thrown into the back of the van, cold metal walls closing in.

Jimin’s last coherent thought before the darkness swallowed him whole was a whispered prayer, desperate and raw:

My alpha…

Chapter Text

The war room was heavy with tension, the kind that made every man in it razor-edged and trigger-ready. Jungkook sat at the head of the long table, Yoongi to his right, Taehyung and Namjoon flanking the other side. Maps, weapons, and half-drunk glasses of whiskey littered the surface between them. The sudden slam of the double doors bursting open made the entire table whip around in unison...four sets of hands snapping to holsters, guns raised before thought even caught up.

The air was taut with the metallic tang of adrenaline, barrels trained on the figure in the doorway… until recognition hit. The man stumbled forward...one of Jimin’s assigned bodyguards...his suit jacket soaked with blood down one arm and side. The crimson gleam made every instinct scream “fatal,” but Jungkook’s eyes were already dissecting the wound and seeing it wasn’t immediately life-ending. Guns lowered, but not entirely; the rage in the room didn’t dissipate so easily.

His breathing came in ragged, wet pulls, and there was a tremor in his voice when he spoke, “Boss...! The omegas...gunfire...white van...”

For a heartbeat, Jungkook didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

The world narrowed to a single, ringing point of silence in his skull.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

The word wasn’t thought...it was instinct, raw and primal, howled from the marrow of his bones

The next second, the fuse inside him caught.

The heavy oak table in front of him went over in one violent shove, glass and porcelain shattering against the floor in a spray that made the men in the room flinch back. The sound was sharp, but his voice was sharper.

“WHO.”

Not a question...a demand, guttural and inhuman, like something that belonged in a forest at night with blood on its teeth.

“WHO TOOK THEM?!”

The guard flinched, but his voice broke through the chaos. “Moonfang...Alistar’s men...a white van...came out of nowhere...” His breathing hitched. “I noticed the guy driving... before I got shot...he's one of Alistar Petrov's security men.”

The temperature in the room plummeted.

Jungkook’s vision tunneled, the war room dissolving into red haze. His omega was out there, in enemy hands...or worse. The thought slammed into him like a bullet to the chest. His pulse roared in his ears, primal rage curling in his gut, spilling into every muscle.

Yoongi’s reaction was pure predator. His eyes sharpened to slits, every ounce of civility stripped away. He leaned forward on the table, both hands splayed, knuckles pressing into the polished wood. “I’ll gut them alive,” he whispered, and it didn’t sound like a threat. It sounded like a vow.

Namjoon’s mouth was a tight line, his hand resting heavy on his gun as if ready to start the killing now. Taehyung’s expression was ice, but his finger tapped once, twice, against his thigh...a tic he only had when his instincts were screaming for blood.

“They… they shot us...me and the other guard. He didn't make it...” the man stammered, eyes darting between the two alphas. “One was dragging Jimin...he fought him...he hit Jimin... Wearing masks...”

That was all he managed before Jungkook was on him. His hand clamped around the man’s throat, pinning him to the wall so hard the plaster cracked.

“You had one job,” Jungkook growled, the words vibrating with lethal intent. His grip tightened, forcing a choked gasp from the man. “One. Job. To keep him safe. And you...couldn’t...even...”

The rest dissolved into a snarl that rattled the air. He released the guard with a shove that left the man stumbling, clutching at his throat.

Jungkook picked up a chair and threw it, the sound of metal on marble echoing like a gunshot. His gun was in his hand again, but this time it was aimed at the faceless bastards who dared touch what was his.

Inside his head, there was no strategy, no politics...just the instinct to hunt, to destroy, to take back what was his no matter the body count.

Yoongi’s lips pulled back in something that wasn’t a smile. “Get the cellar ready,” he told no one in particular, already walking out. His voice was so cold it burned. “We’re going to need the pliers.”

Jungkook didn’t even wait for the room to clear before barking orders. “Gear up. Ten minutes. Anyone not ready, I’ll leave you behind.”

The war room exploded into motion, but under the chaos was one unshakable truth: the Nocturne Syndicate wasn’t going to war.

They were going hunting.

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The heavy steel door to the cellar groaned loudly as Jungkook and Yoongi pushed it open, stepping into the dim, cavernous space beneath the mansion. The air was thick with the cold scent of metal and oil, faintly tinged with something darker...a history of violence etched into every cracked concrete wall and shadowed corner.

Rows upon rows of weapons were meticulously arranged on racks: gleaming brass knuckles that caught the weak light like promises of broken bones, thick leather ropes coiled tightly and hanging ready, pliers with blunt edges stained from past use, serrated knives that glinted wickedly, and an assortment of chains and blunt instruments whose sole purpose was to inflict pain.

Jungkook’s breath hitched slightly, the cool air filling his lungs but doing nothing to steady the storm raging beneath his skin. His fingers closed tightly around a pair of heavy brass knuckles, the cold metal pressing firmly into his palm...solid, unyielding, like the promise he made to himself and his omega. His wolf stirred, coiling tighter beneath his skin, a low growl vibrating deep in his mind. Every muscle tensed, every nerve screamed in anticipation of the hunt to come. Blood. Fire. Revenge.

Yoongi moved beside him with practiced precision, his movements deliberate and calm, a sharp contrast to the tempest inside Jungkook. He checked the edges of his knives, loaded pistols with silent expertise, and arranged his tools with surgical focus. Yet, in his eyes, a savage light flickered...a rage barely contained beneath the surface, ready to erupt at the first scent of their prey.

Glancing over at Jungkook, Yoongi’s voice was low and fierce, almost a vow whispered in the darkness:

“We don’t let them touch what’s ours. We tear them apart, limb by limb, until they regret ever crossing us.”

The heavy cellar door slammed shut behind them as Namjoon and Taehyung stepped inside.

Namjoon’s face was grim, his dark eyes scanning the weapons with cold calculation as he selected a pump action shot-gun.

Taehyung’s entrance was different. He cracked his knuckles slowly, deliberately, a wild grin creeping over his face, eyes glittering with a strange, hungry light. He ran a fingertip along the edge of a serrated knife, then flicked it open with a sharp click. His voice was a low, rough whisper, rough with dark delight:

“This? This is going to be fun...and messy. So so messy.”

Jungkook’s eyes flicked to him, unamused but aware. Taehyung’s psychotic thrill was a dangerous weapon...unpredictable, yes, but also a brutal edge the Syndicate needed.

Jungkook’s eyes burned with determination, the fire within him now fully ignited.

“Good. Let it get messy.”

Without hesitation, the four men began arming themselves...a synchronized dance of death. No hesitation. No mercy. Only cold, calculated vengeance.

Outside, the city remained oblivious, its pulse steady and unaware of the storm gathering in the shadows...a storm hungry to rend flesh and spill blood in the name of the Nocturne Syndicate’s alpha and his pack.

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Jimin’s eyes snapped open with a strangled gasp as a splash of icy water slammed against his face, cutting through the fog of unconsciousness like a jagged blade. His skin prickled, cold droplets running down his cheek, and his throat burned raw from the sudden shock.

Blurry shapes hovered above him, masked faces twisting into cruel smiles in the harsh glare of the flickering fluorescent light. His body protested, weak and tethered...his wrists and ankles bound tightly to the wooden arms and legs of a cold, unforgiving chair.

Turning his head slightly, panic flared when his gaze landed on Hoseok, slumped and unconscious, restrained in the same way just a few feet away. The knot in his stomach twisted tighter.

“Who… who are you? What do you want?” His voice trembled, raw from disuse but desperate for answers, for some scrap of mercy.

The men shared a look, their eyes gleaming with dark amusement before one sneered, voice dripping with malice. “You think you get to ask questions, omega? You’re just a plaything to us now.”

Jimin swallowed hard, heart pounding so fiercely it felt like it might burst through his chest. But then his nose flared, the unmistakable scent cutting through the stale room like a knife...black licorice, sickly sweet and nauseating.

His breath hitched.

The door creaked open behind the men, and a shadow filled the doorway.

Alistar stepped inside, slow and deliberate, every movement radiating dominance and menace. The air around him carried that same cloying licorice scent...twisted and familiar.

Jimin’s body seized up, memories crashing down like a tidal wave...the sterile, suffocating heat room, the overpowering scent, the way Alistar had loomed over him like a dark god ready to devour. The fear, the shame, the helplessness...all flooding back at once.

Before he could stop himself, his stomach clenched violently. He heaved, bile rising uncontrollably as he puked onto the cold concrete floor.

Alistar’s lips curved into a cruel, triumphant smile, eyes cold and merciless as they flicked over Jimin’s trembling form.

“Well, well,” he purred, voice silk laced with venom, “my precious omega remembers me after all. You belong to me now.”

Jimin’s chest tightened, breath shallow and ragged. His wrists burned from the ropes, his legs numb, but it was the terror beneath his skin that clenched him the most.

Hoseok remained limp in his chair, a helpless weight nearby, and Jimin knew if he couldn’t fight, the nightmare would only deepen.

Jimin’s chest rose and fell in uneven, ragged breaths, his lungs burning as adrenaline and pain surged through his body. The ropes bit cruelly into his wrists and ankles, raw skin stinging where the coarse fibers pressed deep, but inside him, a fire was building...fierce, unyielding, defiant.

Alistar loomed over him, the sickly-sweet licorice scent thick in the stale air, curling around Jimin’s senses like a poisonous fog. His cold, merciless eyes locked onto Jimin’s with predatory delight, fingers tracing a mocking, slow path across Jimin’s trembling cheek.

“You remember that night, don’t you?” Alistar’s voice was a low, dangerous purr, venom dripping from every word. “The heat house. The omega who thought he could hide from me. So fragile, so broken. You belong beneath me.”

Jimin jerked his head away, fury igniting in his chest. His gaze flicked to Hoseok, slumped and unconscious in the chair beside him, a fierce protectiveness roaring to life despite the terror twisting inside.

“You’ll never take him,” Jimin spat, voice trembling but fierce. “You can’t...”

Alistar’s cruel laughter echoed through the cold room like a death knell. “You’ll learn your place soon enough, omega. You’ll bow.”

Jimin swallowed hard, bile rising sharply, but he forced his breath steady, his wolf growling low and fierce beneath his skin. Then, meeting Alistar’s gaze with unflinching fire, he spoke with icy steel cutting through the fear.

“My alpha is coming for me,” Jimin said, voice sharp as a blade. “And when he does…” His lips curled into a vicious, almost manic smile. “…he’s going to FUCK. YOU. UP.”

Without hesitation, he spat squarely into Alistar’s face, the warm wetness shocking against his skin.

For a tense moment, silence swallowed the room. Then Alistar chuckled...a dark, sinister sound...as he slowly wiped the spit from his cheek, eyes glittering with cruel amusement.

“You insolent omega.”

Before Jimin could react, Alistar’s fist swung hard and fast, smashing into Jimin’s mouth with brutal force.

Pain exploded in a fiery bloom across Jimin’s jaw, sharp and burning. Blood spattered onto his chin, mixing with the sweat and grime on his face.

Despite the shock, Jimin let out a raw, ragged chuckle...a wild, desperate sound that echoed through the stale room like a challenge.

“That’s all you’ve got?” he taunted hoarsely, blood thick on his tongue but spirit unbroken.

Alistar’s eyes blackened, shadows writhing in their depths like something feral straining to tear free. His lip curled, a growl rumbling from deep in his chest, low and venomous. “You will learn to bow before me,” he snarled, each word dripping with the promise of pain.

Jimin’s laugh sliced through the tension...ragged, wild, and threaded with something that mocked the very idea of submission. It was the laugh of someone staring into the jaws of a beast and daring it to bite.

“I’m the mate of Jeon Jungkook,” he hissed, every syllable trembling not with fear, but with a burning, unshakable conviction. “The Alpha of the Nocturne Syndicate. I bow to no man… and no wolf… but my mate.” His voice dropped to a deadly whisper, as if delivering a curse. “And he will come for me.”

His eyes locked onto Alistar’s with a predator’s stillness, unblinking. “You want to know how I know?” A faint, chilling smile curved his lips. “Because I am the pulse in his veins… the air in his lungs… the blood on his teeth when he rips you apart. I am the mother of his future heirs. You have touched what is his…” He leaned forward, voice quiet, final. “And for that, he will make you wish for death long before he grants it.”

Jimin let the silence stretch until it suffocated the air between them, his gaze burning into Alistar’s soul like hot iron. Then, with deliberate calm, he added, “Before this is over… it will be you on your knees, bowing before me.”

The words hung in the air like the tolling of a funeral bell...an omen, dark and absolute, in the suffocating shadow between them.

For a flicker of a second, Alistar’s cruel expression faltered...an unreadable mixture of fury and grudging respect flashing across his features...before he stepped back, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s defiant form.

Jimin’s body throbbed with pain, his lips swollen and bleeding, but inside, his fire roared louder than ever...unyielding, untamed, and ready to fight for every breath, every heartbeat.

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The message hit Jungkook’s comm like a thunderclap: coordinates pinpointing the cold, desolate warehouse by the docks. The place reeked of rust, salt, and rot...a forgotten carcass in the city’s underbelly.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his wolf snarling beneath his skin, claws unsheathed and ready to tear through anything that stood in their way. There was no mercy for the ones who dared touch his omega and mate.

“Gear up,” Jungkook barked, voice low and brutal. “We’re storming the place.”

The convoy slid to a silent halt behind rusted containers, shadows pooling like ink around the rusted skeleton of the warehouse. The night air was thick with tension...every breath tasted like iron and death.

Taehyung cracked his knuckles, lips curling into a manic grin as he slung a combat knife from his belt and loaded his pistol with a ruthless precision. “Let’s bleed them dry.”

Namjoon nodded, calm and steady as always, the sharp scent of sage grounding the chaos. “Breach points secure. Ready on your command.”

Yoongi’s gaze was icy steel, his pistol gleaming in the moonlight, blade at the ready. “No mistakes.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, senses sharpening ...distant footsteps, muffled voices, the faintest scent of sweat and fear. His wolf rumbled, a growl like distant thunder.

“On my mark…breach.”

The warehouse door shattered under Jungkook’s brutal kick, sending splinters flying like deadly shards into the stale air. The room exploded into chaos...shouted orders, the crack of gunfire, and the wet, sickening thud of brass knuckles meeting flesh.

Taehyung lunged forward with a savage grin, eyes wild and shining with feral delight. His combat knife gleamed cold and sharp under the flickering warehouse lights as he moved like a shadow...silent, swift, and merciless. 

With a cruel precision, he sliced a throat open, the wet, choking sound of a ragged breath cutting off mid-gasp filling the air. Blood spurted in a dark fountain, splattering Taehyung’s arms and face, but his smile never wavered...instead, it widened, twisted by a psychotic hunger for the kill.

He turned with fluid grace, plunging the blade into another attacker’s side, twisting it cruelly while the man gurgled and fell. Taehyung’s laughter was a low, chilling sound, almost gleeful as he danced through the carnage, leaving a trail of crimson in his wake.

Nearby, Namjoon was the opposite...calm, deadly efficient. His strikes were clean and precise, snapping bones and silencing threats with swift, brutal authority.

Yoongi’s pistol barked sharp and cold, each bullet finding its mark with surgical accuracy, cutting down foes before they could react. His voice cut through the chaos, steady and commanding. “Cover the east wing. Sweep for hostiles.”

Jungkook was a storm made flesh...blood, muscle, and unrelenting rage. His blade flashed, his fists cracked bone, and his teeth bared in something far too savage to be called a snarl. Every movement was lethal, every strike designed to end.

And then...through the chaos...he saw him.

Jimin.

Tied to a chair in the far corner, rope biting into his wrists, blood trickling from his lip. His body was battered, but his chin was lifted, eyes locked on Jungkook like he’d known all along he would come. Beside him, Hoseok hung limp, unconscious but breathing.

The sight ripped a sound from Jungkook’s chest...deep, primal, and loud enough to make the air vibrate.

“JIMIN!”

The roar cracked through the warehouse like a gunshot, freezing enemies mid-step. A few glanced toward the omega in the corner...and paid for it with their lives. Jungkook’s movements turned brutal, almost inhuman, as he tore through the line of men between them. His kills were fast, efficient, but soaked in fury...bone snapping under his grip, blades sliding between ribs without hesitation.

The metallic tang of blood thickened in the air, mixing with the sound of agony and rage until it became a savage symphony, the Nocturne Syndicate cutting down anyone foolish enough to still be standing.

When the last body hit the floor, silence fell...heavy, absolute, broken only by the ragged breathing of survivors and the slow drip of blood onto cracked concrete.

Jungkook was already there, dropping to his knees beside Jimin. His knife flashed once, slicing through the ropes with shaking hands.

Jimin’s face was streaked with sweat and blood, his lips split, bruises blossoming across pale skin...but his eyes burned with unyielding fire.

“I told him my alpha would come for me,” Jimin rasped, voice hoarse but fierce.

Jungkook pulled him into his arms, crushing him to his chest, voice raw with possessive relief. “You’re safe now,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to Jimin’s. “No one will ever touch you again. I’ve got you."

Jungkook stood, blood dripping from cuts on his face, chest heaving as the fight’s fury slowly ebbed. His gaze swept the warehouse...silent now except for the shallow breaths of his pack and the faint drip of blood onto concrete.

He turned to Yoongi and Namjoon. “Secure the perimeter. No one leaves.”

Yoongi nodded, already moving to check on Hoseok, who remained unconscious but stable.

The warehouse felt like it contracted around them, the stale air thick with tension and the metallic tang of blood. Shadows clung to every corner as Jungkook’s eyes burned with fierce determination, piercing through the darkness in search of Alistar. The scent of black licorice hung heavily...a sick reminder that the man who had tormented his mate was close.

A cold, mocking laugh sliced through the silence, chilling Jungkook’s blood. From the shadows stepped Alistar, his smirk cruel, eyes gleaming with venomous amusement. The bastard wore arrogance like armor, but beneath it, Jungkook could smell the fear...the fear of a wolf cornered.

“Well, well,” Alistar sneered, voice dripping with disdain. “Jeon Jungkook, the mighty alpha of the Nocturne Syndicate. Here to save your precious omega?”

Jungkook’s wolf snarled deep in his chest, muscles coiling like a predator about to strike. “You hurt my mate. You hurt my pack. That’s the last mistake you’ll ever make.” His voice was a low growl, laden with promise and menace.

Alistar’s smirk faltered, replaced by a dangerous gleam. Without warning, he lunged forward, claws flashing like deadly knives in the dim light.

Jungkook met him with primal fury, the two alphas colliding in a brutal storm of snarls, fists, and teeth. Brass knuckles met flesh with sickening thuds; each strike a battle for dominance, each growl a declaration of war.

They crashed against crates and rusted metal, the warehouse shaking with the force of their rage. Jungkook’s heart thundered not from exertion but from a fierce need to protect, to punish. His vision blurred with adrenaline and fury, every blow fueled by the image of Jimin’s defiant eyes and Hoseok’s vulnerable form.

Alistar managed a vicious swipe that drew blood across Jungkook’s cheek, the sting igniting a deeper rage. When the fight reached its crescendo, Jungkook roared a primal, guttural sound and slammed Alistar down onto the cold concrete floor. Pinning him beneath his weight, Jungkook’s hands immediately sought rough rope from a nearby crate. With ruthless efficiency, he bound Alistar’s wrists tight, the coarse fibers cutting into the alpha’s skin.

Leaning down close, Jungkook’s voice was low, icy, and lethal. “You’ve made one hell of a mistake crossing me. I’ve got something very special planned for you back in my cellar. You’re going to regret every second of this.”

Alistar glared up at him, a flicker of defiance in his eyes, but Jungkook’s grip tightened, a silent warning that resistance was useless.

From the shadows, Namjoon stepped forward, his calm authority a stark contrast to the savage scene. “I’ll take him back,” he said firmly, nodding at the bound alpha.

Jungkook rose, wiping blood and sweat from his face, and gestured toward the waiting SUVs outside. Namjoon moved swiftly, hauling Alistar to his feet and escorting him through the shattered warehouse doors. The night air was cold, carrying the distant sound of waves crashing against the docks.

Back inside, Jungkook’s gaze returned to his pack...Jimin’s fragile but fierce presence, Hoseok’s unconscious form...and the unyielding bond that held them all together. The fight wasn’t over. Not yet.

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The warehouse’s harsh overhead lights cast long shadows as the fight’s adrenaline drained from the pack, leaving behind a heavy, aching silence. Jungkook’s arms wrapped protectively around Jimin, holding him close despite the bruises and cuts marring his fragile form. Every inch of Jimin’s body bore the evidence of torment...the split lips, the dark bruises blooming across his skin...but his spirit still blazed defiantly beneath the pain. Jungkook’s heart clenched, torn between relief and fury.

Yoongi crouched beside Hoseok, whose unconscious form lay on the ground now, a deep gash on his temple oozing dark crimson. His breath was shallow but steady. Yoongi’s fingers were steady as he pressed a clean cloth against the wound, eyes sharp and calculating even in this moment of vulnerability.

Just then, Jin arrived, the trusted in-house physician, carrying a heavy medical bag filled with supplies. His calm presence was a balm against the storm of emotions swirling around them.

“Pressure here,” Jin said quietly, nodding at Yoongi as he took over the wound care with practiced precision. “Hoseok’s stable, but he needs rest and constant monitoring. No complications yet, but a concussion is possible.”

Jungkook kept his gaze locked on Jimin’s face as the omega leaned into his chest, drawing strength from the steady beat of Jungkook’s heart. The smell of his mate...soft, fragile, but unmistakably his...grounded Jungkook, reminding him why he fought so fiercely.

The room hummed with quiet tension. Namjoon and Taehyung patrolled the perimeter, their senses alert. Taehyung’s usual manic energy had dimmed to a simmering vigilance, his eyes scanning every shadow with a predator’s focus.

“We hold the perimeter tight,” Namjoon said in a low voice. “No one in or out without our say.”

Jungkook’s voice was raw but resolute as he whispered to Jimin, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along the bruised skin. “You’re safe now. I swear, no one will ever hurt you again.”

Jimin’s lips trembled as tears slipped free, but he held onto Jungkook’s warmth, the solid presence anchoring him back from the edge of despair.

The pack gathered closer, a living fortress of loyalty and love forged in blood and fire. In that moment, surrounded by the faces of those who would fight and bleed for each other, the fractures of the night’s terror began to mend.

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The sleek black SUVs rolled silently up the long driveway of the Nocturne Syndicate mansion, the sprawling fortress nestled deep in the city’s shadows. Inside, the tension was thick, every step heavy with exhaustion and the weight of what they’d just endured.

In Jin’s clinic, the sterile white walls felt cold against the raw emotions swirling in the room. Hoseok lay pale and still on the narrow bed, his temple wrapped carefully in bandages. The dark bruise there was a stark contrast to his usual bright, warm presence. Yoongi sat rigid beside him, eyes sharp and unblinking as he kept a protective vigil, his fingers brushing Hoseok’s damp hair softly as if willing him to wake.

Jungkook’s gaze flickered to Jimin, who stood with jaw set stubbornly, shoulders tight despite the obvious bruises mottling his skin. “You need to get checked out, too” Jungkook said, voice thick with worry.

Jimin shook his head, voice quiet but firm. “I’m fine, alpha. Just some bruises. I'll heal. I just want to shower… and climb into my nest with you.”

Jungkook’s muscles tensed, his alpha instincts screaming to insist...but the fierce determination in Jimin’s eyes melted his resistance. “Alright. Let’s go.”

The mansion’s warm water cascaded down in thick sheets, washing away the grime, sweat, and blood that clung to their skin. Jungkook’s large hands moved with a tender urgency over Jimin’s bruised body, fingers tracing every darkened welt and healing cut. Each touch was gentle, reverent, as if trying to erase the pain the world had inflicted on his omega.

Jimin leaned into Jungkook’s hands, eyes closed, lips parted slightly in quiet surrender. His fingers trembled as they found Jungkook’s own fresh scratches, sliding over the taut muscles of his chest and arms, returning the favor. The steam swirled thick around them, a hazy veil shielding their vulnerability.

Jungkook’s voice cracked low, thick with emotion. “I was so scared… I thought I was going to lose you.”

Jimin opened his eyes, searching his alpha’s face, fierce and shining with raw love. “You won’t. I’m yours. Always.”

That promise broke something open in Jungkook. His mouth captured Jimin’s in a desperate, claiming kiss, teeth grazing lips, tongues tangling as the water washed over them. His hands roamed lower, cupping Jimin’s soft ass, pulling him flush against Jungkook’s hard length.

Jimin gasped, arching back against the cold tile wall, fingers tangling in Jungkook’s wet hair. Jungkook’s fingers found his slippery wet hole, sliding his finger around his slick to stroke the heated, sensitive skin. The omega shuddered, breath hitching. Jungkook reached down and lifted Jimin up in his arms, the omegas thighs wrapping automatically around his waist.

With careful, possessive pressure, Jungkook’s cock pressed against Jimin’s slick hole, the promise of union sparking between them. When Jungkook slid inside, slow and deep, Jimin’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping as their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm.

The steam thickened, muffling their sounds...moans, gasps, whispered names...as they fucked against the shower wall, Jungkook’s hands holding Jimin close, as if afraid to let him go.

Their bodies slick and trembling, they rode the wave of release together, Jungkook knotting deep inside Jimin, holding him tight as they spilled into trembling aftershocks.

When the water finally cooled, Jungkook gently dried them both, his hands lingering on the bruised, battered skin he worshipped. He slipped a soft white t-shirt over Jimin, the fabric loose and comforting, then carefully slid a pair of Jimin’s delicate lace panties up his legs.

Jungkook slid on a pair of boxer briefs, and took Jimin’s hand, leading him to their nest...the soft bed where they belonged.

They curled into each other, bodies pressed close in a cocoon of warmth and whispered promises. “I love you,” Jungkook murmured, voice rough with feeling.

“I love you,” Jimin breathed back, fingers tracing lazy circles on Jungkook’s chest as sleep claimed them both.

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The dark room was still except for the low buzz of Jungkook’s phone vibrating sharply against the nightstand. His eyes snapped open, heart pounding. Grabbing the phone, he answered, voice low and sharp.

“Speak.”

Yoongi’s voice was tense but steady. “We’ve got him...the bodyguard who was working for Alistar. He’s in custody now. What do you want me to do with him?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, anger flickering behind his calm. 

There was a brief pause before Yoongi’s voice came again, waiting for the command. “It’s your call.”

Jungkook’s mind raced, images of betrayal and pain flashing through his thoughts. Finally, his voice was cold and decisive. “Throw him in the cellar with Alistar, but keep them separated. I’ll deal with them both tomorrow."

The line went dead.

Jungkook sat back, the fury coiling tight in his chest, every muscle taut with rage. He stewed silently in the dark...until a soft, desperate whimper broke through the silence.

“Jungkook…”

His omega’s voice, fragile and small, called from beside him. The feral edge melted away in an instant.

He reached out, pulling Jimin close, wrapping his arms around him, and holding him tight.

“Shh, I’m here. I’ve got you,” Jungkook murmured, voice rough but filled with fierce love.

Jimin’s breathing slowed, the tension fading as Jungkook cuddled him back to sleep, the world outside forgotten for now...but the promise of protection burning brighter than ever.

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The first thing Jimin registered when he woke was the heavy warmth pressed along his spine...his alpha’s chest, solid and steady, his arm slung low over Jimin’s waist. Jungkook was still deep in sleep, his breathing slow, lips ghosting over the back of Jimin’s neck.

Then it hit him...a sudden wave of nausea so strong it made his eyes fly open.

He barely had time to think before he was shoving Jungkook’s arm off and scrambling out of bed. His bare feet hit the cold floor and he bolted for the bathroom, heart in his throat.

The sudden movement yanked Jungkook from sleep like a gunshot. Years of instinct had his hand under the pillow, fingers curling around the cold steel of his pistol before his eyes were even fully open. He was on his feet in a second, gun raised toward the bedroom door...until the sharp, ugly sound of retching carried from the bathroom.

His pulse was still pounding when he shoved the safety back on and set the weapon aside, striding quickly to the bathroom.

Jimin was on his knees, body curled over the toilet as another violent heave wracked his small frame. Jungkook dropped down behind him without hesitation, one big hand gathering the soft strands of Jimin’s hair and holding them back from his face.

“Easy, baby… breathe,” Jungkook murmured, his voice low and rough with sleep but laced with concern.

Jimin gagged again, emptying what little was in his stomach until nothing but dry heaves came. His shoulders trembled with the effort. When it was finally over, he reached forward to flush the toilet with a weak push, then sagged back into Jungkook’s chest, breathing hard. He pressed a wad of tissue to his mouth, the paper crumpling in his fist.

Jungkook’s palm rubbed slow circles over his sternum, grounding him. “We’re getting Jin to look at you,” he said immediately, his tone leaving little room for argument.

Jimin shook his head without even lifting it from Jungkook’s chest. “No… I’m okay. It’s nothing like that.” His voice was hoarse, the words broken by small breaths. “It’s just… that scent. That black licorice. It’s still in my sinuses. I can’t...” he swallowed hard, shuddering. “It makes me sick.”

The mention of Alistar’s scent made Jungkook’s jaw tighten. He wanted to push the issue, but the stubborn set of Jimin’s shoulders told him he’d dig in if pressed. So Jungkook forced himself to nod, even though he wasn’t convinced.

“Alright,” he said, softer now, brushing his lips over Jimin’s temple. “But you’re laying back down for a bit.”

Jimin gave a faint smile and shook his head again. “No. I’m… actually feeling a lot better now.”

Jungkook studied him for another beat before finally helping him to his feet. They showered together, the warm water sluicing away the last traces of cold sweat clinging to Jimin’s skin. Jungkook lathered Jimin’s hair for him, gentle fingers massaging his scalp until Jimin’s eyes drifted half-shut. They brushed their teeth side by side afterward, Jimin rinsing his mouth twice just to banish the ghost of that hated scent.

By the time they sat down at the small dining table, the morning sun was spilling through the windows, turning the steam from the tea into pale ribbons in the air. Jungkook had piled the table high with food...eggs, bacon, fresh fruit...but Jimin kept his plate light, taking only a piece of toast with a thin spread of butter and a steaming cup of tea.

“You need more than that,” Jungkook said, brow furrowing.

Jimin shook his head, sipping from the cup. “Later. I’ll eat more later. Just… not right now.”

Jungkook let it slide, but only barely, watching every bite Jimin took.

When the toast was gone, Jimin leaned back in his chair, eyes on Jungkook. “So,” he asked quietly, “what’s the plan for today? With Alistar. And the bodyguard.”

Jungkook didn’t sugarcoat it...didn’t see the point. His gaze was dark, unwavering. “Make them suffer. Slowly.”

Something flickered in Jimin’s eyes. Not fear. Not hesitation. Something darker. “Good,” he said, voice low but steady. “I want to be there when he takes his last breath.”

The heat in Jungkook’s blood surged instantly. The look in Jimin’s eyes...the steel, the vengeance...twisted something deep inside him until all he could think about was taking. Claiming. Keeping.

The scrape of his chair against the floor was sharp in the quiet kitchen. He was on Jimin in two strides, one hand gripping the back of his neck as he bent down to crush their mouths together. It wasn’t a kiss so much as a collision...all teeth, all hunger. Jimin gasped into it, his hands fisting in Jungkook’s shirt as the alpha’s tongue pushed into his mouth like he owned every inch.

When Jungkook finally pulled back, his breathing was heavy, his pupils blown wide. “You have no idea what you do to me, omega,” he growled, low enough that it was almost a threat.

Jimin only smirked, licking his swollen bottom lip. “I think I do.”

Leaning down, Jungkook pressed a firm, lingering kiss to Jimin’s lips, the kind that spoke of promises...of protection, of vengeance, of love twisted deep with fire.

“I’ll see you in a little while,” Jungkook murmured against his mouth, his breath warm and steady.

Jimin smiled, the faint curve of his lips softening the sharp edges of the morning. “Be careful,” he whispered back.

Jungkook’s fingers curled tightly around Jimin’s wrist. “Always.”

With one last look, Jungkook turned toward the door, the weight of what was coming settling like steel in his chest. 

It was time for Alistar to pay the piper.

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The mansion’s shadows were long and heavy as Jungkook made his way down to the cellar. Every step echoed in the narrow stone corridor, the air growing colder, thicker with the scent of damp and old concrete. His mind was a storm of fury and focus...every muscle taut, every breath measured.

Ahead, the cellar doors loomed, guarded by the thick silence of waiting vengeance. Jungkook’s fingers brushed along the cool metal of his sidearm before he slipped it back into its holster. This fight was going to be different...raw and personal.

There, hanging from a thick iron chain suspended from the ceiling, was Alistar. His wrists bound tightly, the chain looping around his wrists and secured above, forcing him to dangle just above the rough concrete floor. His body was bruised and bloodied, the harsh marks of recent punishment stark against his pale skin.

Alistar’s head lolled slightly, eyes blazing with spite even as the chains bit into his flesh. A faint, cruel smirk tugged at his cracked lips.

Jungkook’s gaze burned into him as he stepped closer, each footfall deliberate and heavy.

“You’re going to hang there until I’m done with you,” Jungkook said coldly, voice slicing through the stale air like a blade. “And believe me, I have plans that’ll make sure you never forget who owns you now.”

Behind Jungkook, the bodyguard sat shackled against the wall, muscles tense but resigned, his eyes flicking between Jungkook and the suspended alpha.

Namjoon lingered near the door, watching quietly, ready for whatever came next.

Jungkook’s fist clenched. The dark promise of retribution pulsed in his veins, the cellar now the stage for a reckoning long overdue

Jungkook’s eyes darted back to Alistar...the alpha’s bruised face was twisted in a sneer, blood dried and smeared across cracked lips, but Jungkook saw beyond the defiance...he saw a man broken and terrified.

With a sharp glance over his shoulder, Jungkook called out to Namjoon.

“Go fetch Yoongi and Taehyung. Bring them down here.”

Namjoon’s expression was grim but obedient as he disappeared up the stone stairs. Jungkook turned back to Alistar, voice low and cold as steel.

“Yoongi’s entitled to his pound of flesh too.”

The sound of heavy boots on stone echoed moments later as Yoongi, Namjoon and Taehyung descended the steps. Yoongi’s gaze was calm but simmering with a dark promise of justice. Taehyung’s presence was almost predatory, his grin sharp and unsettling...a wolf eager for the hunt.

Jungkook moved with purpose to the weapons table, his fingers closing around a pair of brass knuckles. The cold metal glinted under the flickering light as he slid them over his hands with a practiced snap. He flexed his fingers, feeling the brutal weight settle into his knuckles like a second skin.

Turning back, Jungkook strode toward Alistar, each step heavy with wrath. Without hesitation, he unleashed a savage barrage of punches, the brass knuckles crashing into Alistar’s face and ribs with devastating force. The alpha’s snarls twisted into ragged gasps, blood spurting from split lips and cracked skin where the knuckles tore flesh from bone.

The sound of flesh meeting metal echoed harshly through the cellar...the sickening crunch of bones under relentless assault. Jungkook’s fury was merciless, each blow a wordless sentence of retribution for the horrors Alistar had wrought.

Yoongi stood back, watching intently, his eyes dark and calculating, already planning how he would make Alistar pay. Beside him, Taehyung’s smile widened, eyes gleaming with savage anticipation as he licked his lips, eager for his turn.

The cellar had become a crucible of vengeance, and Jungkook’s wrath was only just beginning.

The brass knuckles felt like an extension of his own fury as Jungkook’s fists hammered into Alistar’s face and ribs. Each brutal strike was a release of everything...the fear, the rage, the helplessness he’d felt when Jimin had been taken. Blood splattered, warm and sticky, painting the pale skin and splashing onto Jungkook’s crisp white shirt.

Breathing heavy, chest heaving with adrenaline and violence, Jungkook stepped back and looked down. “Fuck,” he muttered, voice rough. “You’ve got blood on my favorite shirt. Jimin's going to be so pissed.”

He peeled off the bloodied brass knuckles and tossed them onto the table laden with tools of retribution. His gaze met Yoongi’s. “Go ahead. Get your payment.”

Yoongi moved with slow, deliberate steps toward the weapons table, dragging a massive wooden club wrapped tightly in cruel barbed wire along the floor, the rasping sound like a death knell. His dark eyes were cold and calculating, but there was a glint of something almost sadistic flickering beneath.

Stopping beside Alistar, Yoongi’s voice was quiet, deadly calm.

“Ever heard of Lucille?”

Alistar’s cracked lips pulled into a bitter sneer but he shook his head.

Yoongi tilted his head with mild amusement.

“No? Well, let me introduce you to my version of Lucille.”

With a brutal swing, the barbed club slammed into Alistar’s side, tearing through bruised flesh and muscle. Alistar’s scream was guttural and raw, echoing off the cold stone walls like a death scream. Yoongi didn’t relent, pounding again and again, the cruel barbs ripping deeper with each strike. Blood blossomed beneath the wounds, dripping and pooling on the floor.

Then, with a savage crack that sounded like a bone breaking, Yoongi struck Alistar’s knee. The alpha’s howl twisted into a broken wail as he collapsed against the chains, pain lancing through his body.

Yoongi stepped back, breathing hard but composed, the barbed club slipping from his bloodied hands with a heavy thunk onto the table.

Jungkook, Namjoon, and Taehyung watched from the shadows. Taehyung’s eyes gleamed with manic delight, an eerie smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Jungkook’s voice cut sharply through the thick air.

“You didn’t really think you could touch what’s ours and us not expect payment, did you?”

He glanced over his shoulder, calling with a sly grin, “Taehyung, when’s the last time I let you have fun?”

Taehyung’s grin twisted wider, wild and unhinged.

“Too long, boss…way too long.”

Jungkook’s nod was firm.

“Did you bring your toys?”

Taehyung chuckled darkly, dropping a heavy case to the ground and flicking it open to reveal a gleaming filleting knife. His excited giggle was like a shadow in the room.

“This is going to be so much fun.”

He stepped forward, whispering close to the trembling alpha, “Let’s see how you like this.”

The knife sliced down the middle of Alistar’s already torn shirt, exposing raw, beaten flesh. Taehyung moved with eerie precision, slicing thin strips of skin from Alistar’s torso, each cut deliberate and agonizing. The alpha’s screams shattered the silence, echoing through the cellar as the blade traced paths of torment.

When Taehyung’s fervor threatened to overwhelm, Jungkook’s voice rang out, firm and commanding. “Stop. Save some for the rest.”

Taehyung froze, knife poised, his wild eyes locking with Jungkook’s. The promise of more to come hung heavy in the air...a dark oath that none in the cellar would forget.

Jungkook’s dark gaze shifted to Namjoon, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You want to get your payment?”

Namjoon’s nod was deliberate and cold, his footsteps echoing as he approached the weapons table. His fingers closed firmly around a heavy, gleaming pair of pliers...the perfect instruments for what was to come.

He moved toward Alistar with a predator’s calm, grabbing the alpha’s jaw in a vice-like grip and forcing it open despite the defiant growls that rattled through the captive’s chest. Instinctively, Alistar’s wolf fangs descended, sharp and deadly, a last desperate defense.

Namjoon’s expression didn’t waver as he tightened his hold, then with a brutal tug, the pliers clamped down on each fang in turn...ripping them free with sickening pops.

Alistar’s agonized howl tore through the cellar as blood flooded from his mouth, dripping thick and dark down his battered chest.

Jungkook’s laughter was cold and merciless, slicing through the tense air. “Now, what kind of wolf doesn’t have fangs?”

Namjoon’s eyes flicked down to the alpha’s hands where, in pain and rage, his claws had extended fully, the sharp talons a vicious threat. Without hesitation, Namjoon seized the pliers again and methodically tore each claw from its bed, the alpha’s screams rising to a frantic crescendo.

A sinister chorus of laughter burst from Jungkook, Yoongi, and Taehyung...the sound echoing off the stone walls like the herald of cruel justice.

“Woooooo! Now that’s what I’m talking about, boys!” Jungkook bellowed, eyes blazing with feral triumph. "Set him down on the ground."

Namjoon stepped back and made his way to the heavy lever mounted on the wall. With a hard pull, the iron chain slackened, and Alistar’s battered body crashed onto the cold concrete floor with a brutal thud.

“Bind his arms behind his back and set him on his knees,” Jungkook commanded sharply.

The Namjoon and Taehyung moved with efficiency, their hands securing Alistar as he spat curses through swollen lips, his once-proud snarls reduced to desperate pleas.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened further as he turned to the guard stationed at the cell door. “Go get the omega of the house. Bring him down here.”

The guard’s nod was immediate, footsteps fading quickly as he hurried away to fetch Jimin.

Jungkook’s chest tightened, anticipation and rage coiling within him like a living thing. The moment was coming...Jimin’s turn for payment, for justice, for the reckoning owed.

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The heavy metal door groaned open, its harsh echo swallowed by the cellar’s thick shadows. Jimin’s footsteps were tentative yet resolute as he descended the cold stone steps, the chill in the air biting through the fabric of his clothes. His gaze locked onto the figure kneeling in the center of the dimly lit cell...Alistar. Bloodied, broken, and humiliated, his bound hands tied tightly behind his back, head bowed beneath the weight of his defeat.

Behind Alistar, Jungkook stood rigid as a dark sentinel, arms crossed over his chest, eyes burning with an unyielding fire that seemed to scorch the very air around him.

Jimin’s lips pressed into a thin, cold line. There was no trace of mercy or pity in his eyes...only a fierce, simmering hunger for vengeance. This was the man who had threatened everything Jimin held dear, who had tried to shatter his life and his bond with Jungkook. Steeling himself, Jimin stopped in front of the defeated alpha, the silence heavy between them.

Jungkook stepped forward, his hands like iron as they gripped Alistar’s battered jaw, forcing the broken alpha’s face upward. He leaned down close, his voice a low, venomous whisper that cut sharper than any blade.“You see this beautiful omega in front of you? That’s MY mate...MY omega. I'm the one he calls alpha. You tried to take something that didn’t belong to you."

"You laid your filthy fucking hands on what’s mine.” Jungkook snarled in his face.

Alistar’s mouth parted in a mute attempt to respond, but his missing fangs rendered him speechless. Only panicked, broken murmurs escaped, desperate and meaningless.

Jungkook’s eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction. “Shhhhhh... you’re embarrassing yourself.”

Turning away, Jungkook’s fingers brushed over the array of instruments on the table before settling on a gleaming dagger. The blade caught the flickering light, cold and deadly as he returned to Alistar’s side.

Leaning in close once more, Jungkook’s voice was a poisonous hiss. “Look at my omega one last time. Because it’s the last thing you’re going to see.”

His gaze shifted to Jimin, softening ever so slightly. “Baby, is there anything you want to say before I end his miserable existence?”

Jimin’s eyes locked on Alistar with a frosty resolve that made the alpha tremble. “I told you, before it’s over....you’ll be the one bowing down before me.”

He glanced up at Jungkook, nodding with unwavering certainty.

Jungkook mirrored the nod, his jaw clenched tight. Without hesitation, he gripped Alistar’s jaw again, tilting the head back to expose his eyes.

With brutal precision, the dagger plunged into one eye, eliciting a scream of raw agony that reverberated through the cellar, then pierced the other, silencing Alistar’s vision forever. Blood streamed down his face as Jungkook discarded the dagger like a mere tool.

Turning, Jungkook gathered Jimin into a fierce, possessive embrace, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead while the shattered alpha’s anguished screams echoed behind them.

Jungkook’s voice lowered to a deadly calm, "Close your eyes, baby", as he tucked Jimin’s head beneath his chin, raised his gun, and took aim with unwavering focus.

The single shot shattered the silence...a bullet cleanly dispatched between Alistar’s eyes, sealing his fate.

Lowering the weapon, Jungkook’s tone was sharp, commanding. “Yoongi, have the place cleaned up."

The alpha then looks over at Namjoon and Taehyung and growls, "Take the bodyguard out to the lake and tie cinder blocks to his legs. Drop him out in the middle. Let the fish eat him.”

As the echoes of violence faded, Jungkook led Jimin up the stairs, the warmth of their room beckoning like a sanctuary. Their fingers intertwined tightly, their hearts beating a shared rhythm of relief, love, and the promise of healing.

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The cellar door creaked shut behind them, muffling the echoes of violence left below.

Jungkook led Jimin up the narrow staircase, each step heavier than the last as the weight of what they’d just endured pressed down on them both. When they reached their room, Jungkook didn’t hesitate.

“I’m going to shower,” he said, voice low and rough, still raw from the night’s brutality.

Jimin nodded silently, settling on the edge of the bed as Jungkook disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of water rushing filled the room, but Jungkook’s mind was anything but at ease. As warm water cascaded over his body, washing away the blood and grime, a knot of guilt twisted in his chest. Jimin had seen everything...the torture, the killing...and despite knowing it was necessary, Jungkook felt a sting of regret.

I’d do it a thousand times over to protect him, he thought fiercely, but that doesn’t mean I’m not sorry he had to see it.

Minutes passed, and the shower stopped. Jungkook stepped out, water droplets glistening on his skin, a towel wrapped low around his waist. He moved to sit beside Jimin at the foot of the bed, the quiet between them thick.

“I’m sorry you had to see all that… the brutality,” Jungkook said, voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin rose, sliding between Jungkook’s legs with steady confidence. His hands found the back of Jungkook’s neck, tilting the alpha’s head up until their eyes met. “Don’t you dare apologize for that,” he said softly but firmly. “You were protecting your mate. It’s your instinct that drives you to keep me safe. I’ll never be scared or sad about having a mate willing to do anything for me. If anything, it made me love you even more.”

Leaning down, Jimin brushed his lips softly against Jungkook’s. The alpha’s breath hitched, voice low and raw, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jimin whispered back.

Jungkook’s hands slid down Jimin’s sides, fingers tracing the waistband of his shorts and panties before pulling them down his legs, leaving him bare and flushed. With careful hands, Jungkook removed Jimin’s shirt, exposing skin flushed with need. He lifted Jimin onto his lap, bare and trembling.

Jimin’s fingers curled around the towel at Jungkook’s waist, pulling it free to reveal the thick, hard length beneath. His hands traced along the slick length, teasing and stroking as their mouths collided fiercely. Tongues tangled, teeth grazed, and Jimin leaked slick in heated desperation.

Jungkook shifted, guiding Jimin’s wet entrance to line up with his own. With a deep growl, he pushed inside, the delicious stretch making Jimin gasp. Jungkook didn’t rush...he let himself fully sink in, letting the base of his cock expand inside Jimin.

Then, with a firm, possessive grip on Jimin’s hips, Jungkook gently began to knot him, the thick knot swelling inside, anchoring them together. The new sensation made Jimin’s breath hitch, a shudder running through him as they moved with slow, powerful thrusts.

The bed creaked beneath them, skin slapping, breaths ragged and mingled. Jungkook’s hands gripped Jimin tighter, pulling him impossibly closer with every powerful movement. Jimin’s head tipped back, raw moans spilling from his lips as waves of pleasure crashed over him, slick pooling between them, hot and urgent.

“You’re mine,” Jungkook growled, teeth nipping along Jimin’s neck as he marked him with gentle bites.

“Always,” Jimin breathed, clutching Jungkook’s shoulders, eyes glazed with love and need.

Their pace quickened, the knot dragging deep with every powerful thrust, binding them together as if they were parts of a single whole. Jungkook’s cock pulsed inside Jimin, each pulse sending hot waves of pleasure rippling through them both.

With a strangled cry, Jimin clenched around Jungkook’s knot as it locked inside, riding the surging tide of ecstasy. Jungkook’s release followed, spilling hot and heavy deep inside, knot still holding him fast.

They collapsed into each other, limbs tangled, breaths ragged and mingled, the knot still swelling between them...an unbreakable, searing bond.

Jungkook wrapped his arms tightly around Jimin, holding him like he’d never let go. “I’ll always protect you,” he murmured against his hair.

“And I’ll always be yours,” Jimin replied, voice trembling as his fingers traced lazy patterns on Jungkook’s back.

In the quiet aftermath, with only their breaths filling the room, they found their peace...fierce, unbreakable, and utterly theirs.

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The night was thick with silence, broken only by the faint slap of water against the dock as Namjoon and Taehyung moved with practiced efficiency. The dim glow of distant city lights barely reached the secluded marina where the blacked-out boat waited.

Bound tightly with thick rope, the bodyguard struggled fiercely, his limbs jerking like a trapped animal. Taehyung’s fingers worked quickly, expertly winding strong duct tape across the man’s mouth, silencing the desperate screams before they could even start.

“Shh,” Taehyung whispered with a cruel grin, almost giddy as he pressed the final strip over the man’s lips. “No one’s coming for you.”

Namjoon hoisted the struggling figure with ease, hauling him onto the boat’s deck. The boat’s engine growled as Namjoon fired it up, propelling them away from the dock and into the cold, dark embrace of the lake’s center.

The city’s skyline blurred behind them, swallowed by the night as Namjoon killed the engine. The boat drifted silently, rocking gently on the water.

Taehyung pulled a pillowcase from his bag and slipped it over the bodyguard’s head, muffling even the faintest whimper beneath the thin fabric.

Namjoon produced thick chains, their cold steel glinting faintly in the moonlight. He wrapped the chains tightly around the bodyguard’s waist, then expertly threaded them between his legs, binding him securely. The chains coiled around several heavy cinder blocks, their weight enough to drag a man down to the bottom of the lake.

The bodyguard thrashed violently, desperate hands clawing at the chains and the pillowcase. His muffled struggles were useless against their careful preparation.

Namjoon, calm and cold, pulled a pistol from his waistband and aimed with steady hands. A single sharp crack echoed over the water as the bullet tore into the bodyguard’s leg.

The man crumpled, limp now, and Namjoon grabbed the chains and began hauling him toward the edge of the boat. With a final heave, the bound, weighted body went overboard, disappearing beneath the surface with a splash.

Taehyung and Namjoon stood side by side, watching the bubbles rise and pop at the surface...the only sign of the man’s final moments.

When the last bubble broke the water, Taehyung let out a low whistle, smirking. “Damn. I wanted to play some more.”

Namjoon’s gaze didn’t leave the water. “You’ve played enough for one day. Maybe next time.”

The boat rocked gently in the silence, the night swallowing their dark deeds whole.

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Hoseok surfaced from unconsciousness slowly, as though swimming through heavy, warm water. His head throbbed faintly, muted by the dull haze of painkillers, and for a moment he didn’t know where he was. The faint scent of antiseptic and the low hum of an air purifier filled the room, grounding him in reality.

Then he caught a familiar scent... gunpowder and mahogany...and his chest eased. Yoongi.

His lashes fluttered open, and the dim, soft lighting of Jin’s clinic came into focus. The first thing he saw was his alpha slouched in the chair beside the bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed as if he’d been keeping vigil for hours. One of Yoongi’s hands was resting near Hoseok’s, fingers curled loosely, but close enough that with the slightest movement, they’d be touching.

Hoseok shifted weakly, and Yoongi’s head shot up instantly. The relief that spread across his alpha’s face was raw and unfiltered, so intense it nearly stole Hoseok’s breath.

“You’re awake,” Yoongi murmured, his voice low, like it was only for him. In the next moment, Yoongi was leaning in, cupping Hoseok’s face with gentle, calloused hands. His thumbs brushed over Hoseok’s cheekbones as though memorizing the feel of him again.

Hoseok’s lips curved faintly. “Hi.”

Yoongi’s mouth pressed to his in the lightest kiss, careful not to jar him, but still brimming with the desperate need of someone who’d been scared witless. Hoseok could feel it in the way Yoongi’s fingers trembled against his skin, in the way his scent thickened, protective and grounding all at once.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” Yoongi murmured against his lips, kissing him once more before pulling back just enough to scan his face, his body, as if checking for injuries all over again. His palm slid over Hoseok’s side, his arm, the blanket covering his legs, as though he had to touch each part of him to confirm he was really here.

Hoseok reached up, threading his fingers beneath Yoongi’s long hair until he found the nape of his neck. He tugged gently, pulling Yoongi back down into another kiss...this one deeper, lingering, an unspoken reassurance that he was okay. That he was still his.

When they finally broke apart, Hoseok’s voice was a little rough. “Is Jimin okay?”

Yoongi’s jaw flexed, but his gaze softened. “He’s fine. We made sure of it.” His tone shifted then, darker and edged with something lethal. “We took Alistar to the cellar. He won’t be a problem again.”

Hoseok’s lips quirked faintly, satisfaction flickering in his eyes. “Good.”

Yoongi leaned over him again, his hand sliding into Hoseok’s hair, tilting his face up. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again,” he vowed, the words carrying the weight of a blood oath. His forehead rested against Hoseok’s, his scent wrapping around them both like a shield. “Not while I’m breathing.”

Hoseok closed his eyes, letting himself sink into that promise, into the quietness. For a long moment, they just stayed like that...two souls, breathing in sync, their bond thrumming warm and steady between them.

The quiet hum of the clinic was broken only by the faint beeping of a monitor. Yoongi was still leaning against the bed, one hand clasped around Hoseok’s while his other idly stroked the omega’s hair back gently. He kept his eyes on him like he was afraid that if he looked away, Hoseok might vanish.

A soft knock came before Jin eased the door open, carrying his clipboard. “I see my patient’s awake,” he said with a small smile, voice pitched low so it wouldn’t jar the calm.

Yoongi’s gaze flicked up instantly, sharp, assessing, as if even Jin’s presence had to pass some unspoken approval. He didn’t loosen his grip on Hoseok’s hand.

Jin stepped closer, unfazed, and began his checks...peeling back the dressing to check the wound at Hoseok’s temple, feeling gently along his hairline. “Tender?”

“A little...and I have a little bit of a headache,” Hoseok admitted, his voice still a bit husky from sleep.

Yoongi’s jaw flexed at the faint wince that crossed Hoseok’s face. He kept his free hand on Hoseok’s thigh, thumb rubbing a steady line there as though grounding them both.

Jin gave a small approving hum. “No signs of concussion beyond the mild headache I expected. You’ll just have a bump for a few days, Hoseok. Plenty of rest, and you’ll be good as new.” He glanced up, meeting Yoongi’s eyes directly. “You can take him back to your room tomorrow.”

Yoongi nodded once, but his fingers stayed curled possessively in Hoseok’s.

“Thank you, Jin,” Hoseok said softly, his natural warmth slipping into the words.

“You scared us for a minute there,” Jin replied, his tone gentling. “But you’re tougher than you look.” He gave Hoseok’s shoulder a light squeeze before straightening. “I’ll let you two rest.”

As Jin left, Yoongi’s gaze followed him until the door shut again. Only then did he turn back to Hoseok, brushing his fingers lightly along his cheek. “Tomorrow can’t come soon enough,” he murmured. “I want you back where you belong.”

Hoseok smiled faintly and leaned into the touch, his eyes soft. “I’m right here, Yoongi.”

Yoongi only bent forward, pressing his lips to Hoseok’s hair like a vow.

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The morning sun spilled gently through the windows of the clinic downstairs, casting warm golden hues over the sterile white walls. Jimin pushed open the door quietly, his heart fluttering with a mix of hope and apprehension. There, sitting upright in bed, was Hoseok...looking stronger than the last time Jimin had seen him, the faintest hint of color returning to his cheeks.

“Hoseok,” Jimin whispered, relief flooding through his chest.

Hoseok’s face lit up with a broad, genuine smile that reached his tired eyes. “Jimin,” he said warmly, voice still a little hoarse but steady. “I’m glad you came.”

Crossing the room, Jimin leaned down and wrapped his arms gently around Hoseok, feeling the warmth of his friends body pressing against him. Hoseok’s smile softened as they embraced, but suddenly his nose twitched as he sniffed at Jimin sharply, eyes narrowing in curiosity.

Jimin pulled back, cheeks flushing with sudden self-consciousness. “What’s wrong? Do I stink?” he asked, a nervous laugh slipping out.

Hoseok blinked, looking a little puzzled. “No…you just smell different.”

Jimin’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Different how?”

Hoseok wrinkled his nose thoughtfully. “I don’t know. It’s…just...I can’t quite place where I’ve smelled it before.”

Jimin chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the mood. “What do I smell like?”

Hoseok took a slow breath, eyes searching. “Well, I can still catch your lemon and honey scent, like always. And there’s Jungkook’s sandalwood and spicy musk mixed in too. But beneath all that, there’s something else...something milky and soft, almost like a whisper beneath the stronger scents.”

Jimin shrugged, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Maybe it’s just the new body wash I started using.”

Hoseok nodded slowly, still deep in thought. “Yeah, maybe.”

Trying to shift the conversation, Jimin asked, “How are you feeling now?”

Hoseok stretched his arms over his head with a small grin. “Much better. Just a bump.” He paused, then his expression softened. “Jin said I can go back to the room with Yoongi today.” Hoseok sighed in relief, the tension in his shoulders visibly easing.“Thank God. I'm just waiting on Yoongi to be done with his meeting with the don.”

Jimin smiled warmly. “I can take you now if you want? They'll probably be in there for hours. Let’s get you back upstairs. I’ll help you.”

Hoseok groaned and said, "You're a lifesaver, Jimin. I thought I was going to go mad staring at these walls for one more second."

After helping the omega sit up on the side of the bed Jimin reached down and grabbed Hoseok's house slippers and slid them on his feet. He put his arm under his slender shoulders and helped him stand. They waited for a minute to see if there would be any dizziness and when there wasn't, Hoseok gave the all clear.

Supporting Hoseok’s weight carefully, the two moved slowly down the hall toward Hoseok and Yoongi’s room. The familiar comfort of home was a balm after the sterile coldness of the clinic. Once there, Jimin helped Hoseok settle into bed, tucking the blanket gently over his friends still-recovering body.

Pressing a soft kiss to Hoseok’s forehead, Jimin whispered, “Get some more rest. Call me or come see me when you feel better.”

As Jimin walked back to the door he suddenly stopped and looked over his shoulder at the omega, "Oh, and don't forget to text Yoongi and tell him you left the clinic. We don't need World War 3 to break out when he comes to get you and sees you gone."

Hoseok laughed, "No, we certainly don't need that to happen." His eyes fluttered closed for a moment before he smiled sleepily. “Thank you, Jimin. I’ll come find you later, I promise.”

Jimin nodded and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. As he was about to take off to leave, Jin appeared in the hallway, cradling baby Min-gi carefully in one arm, the diaper bag slung over his shoulder. His eyes lit up when he saw Jimin.

“Thank God you’re here,” Jin said, voice grateful. “Can you watch Min-gi for a little while? One of the guards just had a medical emergency, and my babysitter is off today.”Jin groaned quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Was supposed to be mine too, but here we are. These assholes can’t go a single day without getting shot or stabbed, can they?”

Jimin chuckled, a soft warmth in his smile at the thoughts of spending the day with Jin's pup."Of course I will watch him."

“Thanks for doing this. You're amazing.” Jin groaned.

He gently handed Min-gi over, along with the diaper bag. “Here’s his favorite toys and two bottles of breastmilk I just pumped. There's also some baby food in the bag if he's still hungry."

Jimin settled the warm, squirming pup close to his chest, he moved his face down to the pup, inhaling deeply and pressing his nose to the baby’s soft forehead, savoring the comforting scent of the little alpha. Then, cheeks burning, he quickly pulled back.

“I'm sorry, Jin. I shouldn’t have scented him without asking,” Jimin murmured apologetically.

Jin waved the comment away with a fond, understanding smile. “Jimin, don’t be silly. You’re family here. Feel free to scent my pup anytime.”

Jimin’s heart swelled with gratitude and affection, pulling Min-gi a little closer to him as if to hold that permission close.

Jin kissed Min-gi’s forehead softly. “Be a good pup while Eomma’s gone. Have fun with Jimin, okay? Your Appa will come get you in a little while.”

Min-gi squealed with excitement, his tiny hands reaching up as he chirped, “Otay, Eomma!”

Jin smiled, then turned to leave, leaving Jimin and Min-gi alone in the quiet hallway.

Jimin looked down at the bright-eyed pup resting on his hip, warmth flooding his chest. “Do you wanna go play?” he asked softly.

Min-gi’s squeal of delight was immediate, and he leaned forward, pressing a quick, eager sniff to Jimin’s cheek.

Jimin laughed, his smile wide and genuine as he stood, cradling the pup close. Together, they headed upstairs toward his and Jungkook’s room...the soft thud of their footsteps a comforting rhythm. In this chaotic world, moments like this felt like a fragile but fierce kind of peace...one built on love, family, and the quiet strength of home.

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Jimin nudged his bedroom door open with his hip, Min-gi balanced securely against him, the little pup’s chubby arms hooked loosely around his neck. The room smelled faintly of sandalwood...Jungkook and Jimin's scents clinging to the sheets and curtains...and something about it made Jimin’s chest ache in a way he couldn’t quite name.

“Alright, Min-gi,” he murmured softly, “let’s make this fun while Eomma works.”

He crossed to the center of the room and pulled a folded fleece blanket from the closet...soft, thick, and pale blue. Spreading it across the floor, he set the pup gently down in the middle, smiling as Min-gi squealed and bounced on his bottom, tiny legs kicking.

“Let’s see what you’ve got in here,” Jimin said, crouching beside the diaper bag. He rummaged through it, narrating as he went. “Hmm… ah, your black wolf plushie… your train and...ooh...building blocks. This is going to be good.”

He handed the plushie over first. The pup’s face lit up. “Wolfie!” he chirped, hugging the plushie tight. Min-gi babbled to the plushie while pressing his face into the soft fur and rubbing his nose against it in a way that made Jimin’s heart squeeze.

Jimin lay down on the blanket with him, propping himself up on one elbow, and began stacking the colorful blocks into little houses. “This one’s yours, and this one’s mine,” he explained. Min-gi, still working on his coordination, gleefully knocked his own house over almost immediately, giggling at the crash. Jimin laughed too, fixing it again and pretending to be scandalized.

They played like that for hours...building, toppling, giggling...before switching to the toy train. Jimin made exaggerated chugging noises, circling it around the blanket while Min-gi clapped and squealed in delight.

Eventually, Min-gi’s movements slowed, his giggles giving way to small yawns. Jimin sniffed lightly, catching the faint scent of needing a change. “Alright, little wolf, let’s get you freshened up,” he said gently.

On the blanket, Jimin deftly changed his diaper, his hands surprisingly sure for someone who’d hardly been around pups before. When Min-gi was clean and bundled back in his soft clothes, he stood up with the pup in his arms and retrieved his bottle from the bag and settled the pup in his arms.

“There we go,” he murmured, tilting the bottle so the milk flowed just right. Min-gi latched on instantly, his little hands curling into Jimin’s shirt. As he drank, his eyes grew heavy, his body warm and relaxed against Jimin’s stomach.

When the bottle was finished, Jimin tucked the pup’s wolf plushie into his arms and pulled a small, well-worn blanket from the bag. He gathered Min-gi close, rocking gently side to side, humming a soft tune under his breath. His own scent wrapped warmly around them both, instinctively soothing the little one until his breathing evened out in sleep.

Jimin looked down at the peaceful face against his chest and felt something deep and primal stir inside him. He’d never done this before, but it felt natural...like his body already knew exactly how to comfort and protect a pup. The realization hit him hard: I want one. I want ours.

The door clicked softly. Jimin glanced up and froze. Jungkook was standing in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, his dark eyes fixed on them with a look that made Jimin’s heart skip.

Jungkook didn’t move for a moment, just took in the sight...his omega, cradling a sleeping pup, scent soft and rich in the air. The image slammed into him like a physical thing. He could see it so clearly...Jimin holding their pup, the one they’d made together.

Moving forward quietly, Jungkook came up behind Jimin, wrapping his strong arms around him from behind. His mouth brushed Jimin’s ear as he murmured, voice low and rough, “You look good with a pup in your arms.”

Jimin leaned back into his chest, tilting his head so he could look up at him. “I want one so bad,” he whispered.

Jungkook’s chest rumbled with a low growl, his mouth finding Jimin’s in a slow, hungry kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were burning. “I’ll give you one right now… just say the word.”

Jimin’s soft laugh broke the tension just enough, though his cheeks burned. “Behave,” he whispered, but the sparkle in his eyes told Jungkook exactly what he needed to know.

Jimin carefully walked across the room, mindful not to jostle the warm, drowsy weight of Min-gi in his arms. The pup’s lashes rested in perfect crescents against his cheeks, his breathing slow and even. One tiny fist clutched the worn black wolf plushie to his chest, the other curled gently against Jimin’s shirt.

Crossing to the blanket spread on the floor, Jimin knelt and lowered him with the kind of care that came from instinct rather than experience. The fleece was soft under Min-gi’s small body, and Jimin smoothed the little blanket from his bag over him, tucking it just beneath his chin. A stray curl had fallen across the pup’s forehead; Jimin brushed it back, fingertips lingering for a second before he pulled away and stood up.

When Jimin turned, Jungkook was already watching. His gaze was fixed...intense in a way that made Jimin’s stomach flutter. That heat from earlier hadn’t ebbed; if anything, it had thickened, coiling tighter inside the alpha. The sight of Jimin soothing the sleeping pup, his scent curling warm and soft through the air, was something Jungkook knew would stick in his mind for a long, long time.

He closed the distance in two long strides. His hands...warm, steady, and possessive...settled on the omega’s hips. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice low and rough enough to scrape at the edges of Jimin’s composure.

Jimin’s breath caught as Jungkook leaned in, mouth brushing just under his jaw, over the place where his scent gland pulsed faintly beneath the skin. The alpha’s nose dragged along that sensitive spot, inhaling deeply, almost hungrily.

A shiver prickled down Jimin’s spine, heat pooling low in his belly. But then Jungkook froze. His grip on Jimin’s hips tightened fractionally, and when he pulled back, there was a faint crease between his brows.

“You smell…different,” he said slowly, like he was still piecing the thought together.

Jimin blinked at him, caught off guard. Then he laughed softly. “You’re the second person who’s told me that today.”

Jungkook didn’t share the laugh. He leaned in again, pressing his nose flush to Jimin’s gland, drawing in another long, deliberate breath. A low, instinctive growl vibrated in his chest...uncontrolled, primal. His eyes sharpened in a way that made Jimin’s skin tingle.

“What does it smell like?” Jimin asked, the smile still on his lips even though curiosity had crept into his voice.

“Milky,” Jungkook answered, almost perplexed. “It’s light, but I can smell it… underneath us.”

Jimin chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, I told Hoseok it must be my body wash.”

The look Jungkook gave him was flat and certain. “No. This isn’t chemical. It’s not soap.” He took another slow, dragging inhale, and when he leaned back this time, there was something guarded in his expression. “Go see Jin tomorrow. Get checked out. Maybe you’re getting sick.”

Jimin rolled his eyes affectionately, but there was warmth behind the gesture. “Alright, I will,” he promised, leaning in to nudge their noses together.

The moment was broken by a quiet knock at the door. Namjoon stepped inside, his broad frame softening the instant his gaze landed on the tiny bundle on the blanket.

“Thanks for watching him,” Namjoon said quietly, crouching down to lift Min-gi into his arms. The pup stirred just enough to nuzzle into Namjoon’s chest before settling again. “Jin and I got so much done.”

“It’s no problem,” Jimin replied warmly, smoothing the little blanket one last time. “I love him. He’s such a sweet thing.”

Namjoon’s mouth curved in agreement before he slipped back out, the door closing softly behind him. The faint click seemed to leave the room smaller, quieter… and the weight of Jungkook’s gaze settled right back on Jimin.

The soft click of the door closing behind Namjoon barely echoed before Jungkook’s gaze locked onto Jimin again, dark and smoldering with a need that had only deepened since the cellar.

The faint scent of Min-gi still hung in the air...a mixture of innocence and warmth...intertwined with the lingering musk of Jungkook’s own alpha scent. But Jungkook’s attention was entirely focused on Jimin: the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the subtle flutter of his scent gland beneath his skin, exposed and vulnerable.

Without a word, Jungkook closed the distance between them in a heartbeat. His hands slid down with possessive certainty to grip Jimin’s hips, steadying and claiming. The heat between them surged, raw and urgent, Jungkook’s breath hitching as he leaned in, his nose brushing that sensitive spot, pulling in a deep, intoxicating breath.

Their bodies pressed flush, the warmth of Jungkook’s skin radiating against Jimin’s, a solid promise grounding the fragile omega beneath him. The alpha scent around them thickened, powerful and marking, as if the air itself bent to Jungkook’s will.

Jimin’s breath hitched, lips parting slightly, the faintest tremor of need passing through him. Jungkook’s mouth found the soft skin at the curve of Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing in slow, tantalizing bites that left a fire burning in their wake.

“God, you’re mine,” Jungkook murmured into the pulse of Jimin’s throat, voice low and rough with raw emotion...equal parts promise, possessiveness, and desperate longing.

Jimin leaned back against Jungkook’s strong chest, eyelids fluttering closed as the tension that had coiled tight within him since the cellar began to unravel. His body relaxed, melting into the familiar heat and strength enveloping him.

Their movements were slow at first, exploring and savoring, every touch a silent vow, every breath a connection deeper than words could reach. Jungkook’s hands roamed reverently across Jimin’s sides, memorizing, claiming, while Jimin’s fingers tangled in the damp curls at the nape of Jungkook’s neck.

The world outside faded until only the steady beat of their hearts remained...wild, urgent, and perfectly in sync.

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The morning light spilled through the tall living room windows in ribbons, spilling across the hardwood floor and catching in the soft knit of Jimin’s cardigan. He smoothed a hand over his hair and buttoned his cardigan with practiced ease, speaking over his shoulder to Jungkook as he crouched to slip on his shoes.

“I’m going to see Jin before breakfast,” he said casually, the kind of tone meant to sound like an afterthought. “Might as well get it over with...”

The sentence broke off abruptly.

A sudden, nauseating wave of dizziness crashed over him, tilting the world on its side. His vision wavered, blurring at the edges, and his stomach pitched. He staggered, one palm flattening hard against the wall to stop himself from toppling. The sound of his breath...sharp and uneven...filled his ears, drowning out the birdsong outside.

“Jimin!” Jungkook’s voice was sharper than he’d heard in weeks, edged with raw alarm. The sound of chair legs scraping against the floor barely registered before strong hands closed over his shoulders, warm and solid, grounding him. Jungkook’s grip was almost too tight, as though afraid letting go would make him vanish. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Jimin forced his eyes open, still steadying his breath. The alpha’s scent...sharp with adrenaline and a protective edge...swirled around him. “It’s fine,” he murmured, though his voice came out softer than intended. “I just… got a little dizzy, that's all.”

“That’s all?” Jungkook’s gaze searched his face, his pupils blown wide with worry. His nostrils flared, scent thickening. “You nearly collapsed.”

Jimin tried to offer a faint smile, though it felt flimsy under the weight of that stare. “My body’s still recovering. Probably a little anemic still. It happens.”

But Jungkook’s jaw tightened, a muscle feathering along his cheek. Without a word, he bent and scooped Jimin up, the motion swift and effortless. Jimin let out a startled sound, hands automatically bracing against Jungkook’s chest.

“Kook...”

“No,” Jungkook cut him off, voice low and unshakable. “We’re going to Jin. Now.”

The world swayed with each purposeful stride, his scent surrounding Jimin like a shield. The elevator ride down was silent except for the low hum of machinery and Jungkook’s steady, too-fast heartbeat beneath Jimin’s ear.

When the clinic doors opened, Jin was already there behind the counter, sleeves pushed up and reading glasses low on his nose. He looked up instantly, the sharp focus in his eyes replacing the easy warmth from moments before.

“What happened?” Jin asked, already moving toward them.

“He almost collapsed,” Jungkook said, setting Jimin down carefully on the nearest bed but keeping one hand on his arm like he might bolt. “He says it’s nothing, but...his scent has also been off...”

“Jungkook.” Jin’s voice was calm but brooked no argument. “Relax. Let me take a look.”

“I’m staying...”

“You’re going to work,” Jin interrupted smoothly, already pulling on gloves.

Jungkook’s head snapped toward him, his expression dark. “Like hell I...”

“Kook,” Jimin said softly, his hand finding the alpha’s forearm. His fingers squeezed, a quiet tether. “Your empire won’t run itself. I’m fine. Jin’s got me.”

For a long moment, Jungkook just stood there, chest rising and falling too fast. His eyes flicked between them, weighing instinct against reason. His thumb brushed once along Jimin’s sleeve before he finally stepped back.

“Call me the second you get results,” he said, low and edged with warning, like an alpha staking his claim even in absence.

Jin’s mouth twitched faintly. “You’ll be the first to know.”

Jungkook lingered a beat longer, eyes sweeping over Jimin one last time, before he turned and left. His footsteps were heavy, deliberate, echoing down the hallway until the sound disappeared. The scent of his worry still lingering in the air.

The door had barely clicked shut behind Jungkook when Jin turned back to Jimin, his calm expression steady and professional, though his eyes held a quiet concern.

“Alright,” Jin said softly, guiding Jimin to settle properly on the examination bed. “Let’s start with the basics. Any pain? Fatigue? Nausea?”

Jimin swallowed, the faintest shadow crossing his features. “I… I actually vomited twice a few days ago,” he admitted quietly, voice a little strained. “And I had the one spell of dizziness this morning.”

Jin nodded thoughtfully, his fingers already reaching for the blood pressure cuff. “That dizziness...was it sudden? Did you feel weak?”

Jimin nodded. “Yeah, it hit me fast. I almost fell but caught myself on the wall.”

Jin tightened the cuff and inflated it with practiced ease. “And eating? You’ve been able to keep food down?”

Jimin gave a faint smile, grateful for Jungkook’s care at least. “Yes. Kook’s been making sure of that.”

The cuff deflated with a soft hiss and the monitor beeped steadily. Jin’s eyes flicked to the numbers, making a small note on his chart. “Your blood pressure’s a little low, but not alarming. Worth monitoring.”

He lifted Jimin’s wrist gently, fingers steady as he checked his pulse. As he worked, Jin’s nose twitched almost imperceptibly...an instinct more than a conscious thought. His brows furrowed just for a moment before smoothing again.

Jimin caught the subtle shift and looked up, curious. “What is it?”

Jin shook his head lightly, his voice calm. “Nothing serious...just thinking.” He moved to draw a small vial of blood with practiced precision.

Jimin watched him, then said quietly, “You smell it too, don’t you? That… ‘milky’ scent Jungkook mentioned.”

Jin paused mid-motion, glancing up with a sharp gaze. “Jungkook mentioned something about your scent?”

“He said I smell different. Milky, underneath everything else. Hoseok said something similar yesterday, too.”

Jin’s eyes narrowed briefly as he finished drawing the blood, then met Jimin’s gaze with an unspoken weight behind his professional calm. “We’ll run a full panel. Could be nothing...could be your hormones still evening out after everything.”

Jimin tilted his head, skepticism flickering. “That doesn’t sound like ‘nothing.’”

Jin gave a small, reassuring smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Let me do my job, Jimin. Once the labs come back, I’ll know more. And just to be safe,” he added, pulling out a small test kit from his drawer, “I want you to take this pregnancy test.”

Jimin blinked in surprise but nodded slowly, understanding the caution behind it. “Okay.”

Jin handed Jimin the test kit with a reassuring smile. “Why don’t you take this to the restroom? I’ll give you some privacy. When the time’s up, come find me and we’ll check it together.”

Jimin’s fingers trembled slightly as he took the kit, his heart pounding in his chest. He nodded, swallowing hard, and made his way down the quiet hallway toward the bathroom. The sterile scent of the clinic was replaced by the faint smell of soap and clean tile as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

Leaning on the edge of the sink, he took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. Carefully, he followed the instructions, placing the test on the counter. The seconds stretched painfully slow, every tick of the clock echoing in his mind. His hands clenched and unclenched, emotions swirling...hope, fear, disbelief.

When the timer beeped softly, Jimin’s eyes flicked to the test. His breath caught in his throat. Two bright lines, unmistakably positive.

Tears pricked at his eyes, and a laughter...soft and trembling...escaped his lips. Overcome with joy, he hurried back to Jin’s office, clutching the test kit tightly.

Jin looked up as Jimin entered, his calm gaze instantly comforting. “Ready?”

Together, they leaned over the test. The positive result glowed clearly.

Jimin’s eyes overflowed. A rush of emotion crashed through him...relief, happiness, wonder. Without thinking, he collapsed into Jin’s arms, tears spilling freely down his cheeks.

“It’s okay, Jimin,” Jin murmured softly, wrapping an arm around him. “This is wonderful news. You deserve this.”

After a moment, Jin gently pulled back and smiled warmly. “Come sit on the exam table. Let’s make sure your little one is doing well.”

Jimin’s hands shook with excitement as he climbed onto the table. He pulled his cardigan and shirt up, the cool air brushing his skin, then lowered his skirt just below his belly button.

Jin dimmed the lights, the room falling into a cozy glow. He applied a cool layer of gel to Jimin’s abdomen, causing a slight shiver. The ultrasound wand moved smoothly over his skin, the monitor flickering to life.

There it was...a tiny, flickering heartbeat. Steady and strong.

Jin’s face broke into an amused grin. “Look at that. Big and strong already.”

Jimin laughed through his tears. “It better be... look who the father is.”

Jin chuckled, then printed a clear image of the tiny shape. He handed it gently to Jimin, who cradled it like the most precious thing in the world.

“Here,” Jin said softly. “A keepsake for you.”

Jimin’s heart swelled. “Thank you, Jin. And please...keep this just between us. I want to surprise Jungkook today.”

Jin nodded knowingly. “Your secret’s safe with me. I’ll tell him you’re still a little anemic but overall fine...enough to keep him worried but not to send him over the edge.”

Jimin smiled, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. He gathered his things, pressing the ultrasound picture to his chest as if to hold the new life close.

Walking back to their room, every step felt like a promise...a future full of hope, love, and new beginnings.

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The warm amber glow of the bedside lamp was the only light in the room, casting long shadows that danced softly on the walls. Jimin sat quietly on the edge of the bed, fingers nervously tracing the edge of his phone...the sleek black device Jungkook had handed him just a few days ago. He’d stared at the screen countless times tonight, re-reading the message Jungkook sent earlier:

“Jin texted and said that you are fine, just a little anemic. I'm working late in my office tonight. Don’t wait up, baby. Get some rest.”

His heart had tightened at the words, and though his fingers had tapped a simple “Okay,” the small pout tugging at his lips betrayed the disappointment that settled deep in his chest.

The quiet pressed down on him, the stillness stretching far too long for his restless mind. But then, a flicker of resolve sparked within him. He wouldn’t just wait in silence. There was something...someone...that needed to be shared, and tonight felt like the perfect moment to break the secret open...and he knew exactly how to surprise his alpha with the news.

Slowly, he rose from the bed, his bare feet padding softly on the cool floor as he crossed to the dressing room. The door creaked faintly as he closed it behind him, stepping into the dim, private space that smelled faintly of his lemon honey and Jungkook's sandalwood and spice.

There, hanging neatly on the rack, was the black lingerie set...delicate lace and silky fabric that Jungkook had once told him that Jimin would wear for him one day soon. The memory of Jungkook’s sharp gaze and quiet approval flooded Jimin’s mind, making his cheeks flush.

He stripped off his clothes and his fingers trembled slightly as he reached out, pulling the silky slip from its hanger. The fabric felt cool and smooth in his hands as he slid it over his head, the lace tracing softly across his skin and molding to every curve. He took a breath, steadying himself before reaching for the matching thong, sliding it up carefully.

For modesty, he wrapped the black silk robe around his shoulders, tying it loosely at his waist. He reached down and picked up his discarded skirt and from his pocket, he pulled out the folded ultrasound print...a small, fragile secret he cradled like a treasure...and carefully slipped it inside the other pocket, hidden close to his heart.

Jimin glanced once more at his reflection in the mirror: soft lips, flushed cheeks, and eyes bright with a mix of nerves and excitement. He swallowed, took a steadying breath, and stepped back out into the hallway.

The cool tiles pressed gently beneath his bare feet as he walked quietly, every step measured and careful. The corridor was empty, the only sounds the faint hum of distant voices and the occasional click of a door closing somewhere far away.

His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anticipation and the slight fear of being caught. But the thought of Jungkook...the moment when he’d see the alpha’s eyes widen, the way his arms would pull him close...was enough to keep his nerves at bay.

With each step, the weight of the secret in his pocket grew heavier, the promise of what was to come pulling him forward like a magnet.

At last, he reached the heavy wooden door of Jungkook’s office. His hand hovered over the handle, a breath trembling on his lips.

Then, with one final steadying breath, he turned the knob and stepped inside...ready to share the future they would build together.

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Jimin slipped into Jungkook’s office, the soft rustle of silk and lace barely making a sound. Jungkook looked up from his paperwork, eyes dark and sharp as they took in Jimin’s form.

“Baby, what are you still doing up this late?” Jungkook’s voice was low, edged with concern and something fiercer beneath it. “You need to be resting.”

Jimin smiled, stepping closer until he was pressed between Jungkook and the desk. Jungkook slid his chair back with a growl, making room for his omega.

“I missed you,” Jimin whispered, tilting his head down to meet the alpha’s intense gaze. “I just wanted to see you.”

Jungkook’s chest rumbled with a possessive growl as his eyes roamed over Jimin’s body, tracing the black silk robe draping over the delicate lingerie beneath.

“Did anyone else see what’s mine as you were walking here?” he asked, voice thick with ownership.

Jimin smirked. “No, alpha.”

Jungkook’s growl deepened in approval. His large hands settled on Jimin’s hips, squeezing possessively as he admired the soft curves beneath the silk. With a deliberate roughness, he peeled back the robe, his breath hitching at the sight of Jimin’s flawless skin.

Jimin’s fingers moved quickly, reaching down to unbuckle Jungkook’s belt, fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. He slid the leather strap free and tugged Jungkook’s pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, releasing his hard, thick cock into the cool air. It was already slick and dripping, head glistening with precome.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened as Jimin’s hand wrapped around him, warm and eager. Jimin stroked him slowly, teasing the sensitive tip, watching the alpha’s breath hitch with every touch.

Then, without breaking eye contact, Jungkook stood up lifted Jimin effortlessly under the arms and settled him onto the desk, lying him back until his shoulders pressed flat against the smooth wood. His palm pressed firmly on Jimin’s chest, holding him grounded as he knelt between his thighs.

Jungkook’s mouth went straight for Jimin’s scent gland fluttering wildly beneath his jawline, lips sucking and biting with obsession, inhaling the intoxicating milky scent that clung to his omega like a spell.

“Gods,” Jungkook murmured, voice ragged with need. “You smell so fucking good.”

Jimin’s arms wrapped around Jungkook’s neck, fingers tangling in the alpha’s dark hair as he whispered, breath warm against his lips, “I’m glad you like it... because I’m going to be smelling like this for nine months, and probably a while after.”

Jungkook pulled back for a heartbeat, brows furrowed, then his eyes flicked to the ultrasound picture Jimin pulled from his robe pocket and held up proudly.

“You gave me your pup, alpha.”

Jungkook’s breath hitched as he stared at the print, the reality settling deep in his chest. Then his eyes snapped back to Jimin, wild and feral.

Without warning, he slammed his mouth down on Jimin’s, claiming him fiercely. His hands roamed eagerly, fingers tracing every inch of Jimin’s body through the thin silk. He didn’t bother undressing Jimin...he wanted to feel the delicate fabric clinging to his omega’s skin as he fucked him hard.

He shifted Jimin’s black panties to the side, exposing the slick heat that pulsed for him. Jungkook positioned himself carefully, then drove deep into Jimin’s warm, tight heat, muscles flexing as he filled him completely.

Jungkook’s hips moved with brutal, hungry rhythm against the desk, the sound of skin meeting silk mixing with their ragged breathing. His mouth returned to Jimin’s scent gland, sucking and biting as he growled possessively.

“I’ve pupped you so good,” Jungkook whispered hoarsely, “so full. Going to keep you pupped.”

Jimin nodded, voice trembling. “Yes, alpha…”

His breath hitched sharply, body trembling with the rising tide. His fingers dug into Jungkook’s shoulders, nails grazing skin, as waves of pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside him.

With a guttural cry, Jimin shattered, his orgasm ripping through him with breathtaking force. Every nerve ending ignited, slick flooding his insides and spilling out on to the alpha's cock as he rode the powerful release hard against Jungkook’s thick length.

Jungkook groaned deeply, hips stuttering as he felt Jimin clench around him, their bodies locked together in a perfect storm of need and love.

His grip on Jimin’s hips tightened as he felt the knot swell, thick and hot against Jimin’s entrance. With a deep, guttural growl, he pushed forward, sinking the knot deep inside.

Jimin gasped, arching into the knot, fingers tangling in Jungkook’s hair as the alpha’s thick swollen knot pulsed, locking them together hard and unbreakable.

The heat and pressure stretched deep inside, every pulse sending waves of pleasure and possession crashing through them both.

Jungkook’s breath was heavy in Jimin’s ear as he whispered, “You’re mine. You and our pup. Always.”

Jimin’s heart thundered as they rode out the intense, raw connection...tied together by more than flesh, by a bond that would only grow stronger.

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After Jungkook had taken him with unrelenting force, knotting him so deeply Jimin was left trembling and gasping for breath, the alpha didn’t let him go for a moment. Still flushed from the heat of their coupling, Jungkook gathered him up in his arms, carrying him back to their room as though he weighed nothing. He stripped them both bare with slow, sure hands, then...without a word...lifted him again, cradling him close as he carried him straight into the comfort of their nest.

Jungkook and Jimin lay tangled and bare, the soft silk sheets pushed aside. Jungkook’s large hands roamed slowly over Jimin’s body...tracing the smooth planes of his skin, lingering over every curve, every subtle line of muscle and softness. But his fingers kept returning to Jimin’s still flat, pregnant belly. It was almost miraculous to him...this delicate life growing inside their mate.

With reverent care, Jungkook lowered his head, pressing his nose to Jimin’s stomach. He inhaled deeply, scenting the warm, sweet promise of their pup. Over and over, he nuzzled and kissed, soft, wet kisses trailing along the smooth skin. His tongue flicked lightly, tasting, marking...claiming.

Jimin’s fingers threaded through Jungkook’s dark hair, holding him close, heart swelling at the tender obsession. “You’re such a good omega,” Jungkook murmured against his skin, voice thick with awe and pride. “So good for your alpha... and for our pup.”

The praise made Jimin’s chest swell, his omega heart fluttering as he preened under his alpha’s devoted gaze.

Their mouths met suddenly, teeth and tongues clashing in a fierce, demanding kiss. Teeth nipped at sensitive necks, tongues lapping and teasing, growing hungrier by the second.

Jungkook trailed kisses down Jimin’s chest, his lips warm and wet as they traveled lower, until finally, his mouth descended between Jimin’s thighs. His tongue flicked and licked at the slickening folds, tasting the essence of his mate, already dripping with need.

Jimin trembled, hips lifting involuntarily as Jungkook’s skilled mouth coaxed out shudders and moans, building heat until his orgasm crashed down, slick flooding Jungkook’s eager mouth. Jungkook swallowed every drop, groaning softly in satisfaction.

Climbing back up, Jungkook captured Jimin’s mouth again, his breath hot and heavy against his lips. “Ride me,” he whispered, voice low and commanding.

A soft whimper escaped Jimin’s throat as he slid up, straddling his alpha. He lined Jungkook’s thick, pulsing cock at his entrance and slowly sank down, bottoming out with a shudder.

Jungkook threw his head back, a deep growl ripping from his chest. “So tight… gonna keep you pupped all year round, baby.”

Jimin gasped, a heady mix of pain and pleasure flooding through him as he rocked forward, riding Jungkook’s hard length. “Your cock’s so big, it’s splitting me wide open… but it feels so fucking good.”

Jungkook growled, his hands gripping Jimin’s hips possessively. “Only for you, baby. Only you.”

They moved together in a slow, heated rhythm...Jimin’s hips rolling, grinding, soaking up every delicious inch. Jungkook’s grip tightened, pulling him down harder with each thrust, their skin slick with sweat and desire.

With a low, guttural growl, Jungkook’s knot began to swell, pressing deep and firm inside Jimin’s slicked opening. “Gonna knot you so hard,” he rumbled, “pup you good again.”

Jimin’s breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut as the knot expanded, filling him utterly. The sensation was overwhelming, raw and infinite. Jungkook’s cock pulsed inside him, flooding him with endless, hot cum that spilled deep within, each thrust sending shudders racing through both their bodies.

Jungkook’s grunts and groans filled the room as he held Jimin close, the power of his claim and love melding in the fierce heat of their union.

They stayed locked together, breaths mingling, hearts pounding… a perfect, savage promise of love, life, and the family they were creating. Jungkook’s voice was low and rough against Jimin’s ear, each word laced with the weight of an oath.

“I’ll always protect you, baby,” he murmured, tightening his hold as if daring the world to challenge him. “You and our pup...no one will ever lay a hand on either of you. If anyone tries…” his teeth scraped over the bite mark at Jimin’s neck, “…I’ll kill them. I don’t care who they are.”

Then, without warning, Jungkook buried his face in the curve of Jimin’s throat. His chest rumbled with a deep, primal growl as he inhaled Jimin’s scent, filling his lungs with the omega’s essence before dragging his jaw across the sensitive skin. He rubbed there in slow, deliberate strokes, smearing his alpha musk over Jimin until it clung thick and warm, blanketing the omega’s natural sweetness.

The reaction was instant. Jimin’s body trembled under the possessive touch, his knees going weak even though he was lying down. A sharp, involuntary whimper slipped from his lips, and his pupils blew wide, glazed with something raw and instinctive. The heady mixture of their scents hit him like a wave...Jungkook’s dominance and safety twined together with his own scent until all Jimin could smell, all he could be, was theirs.

His chest ached in the best way, tight with emotion, and his eyes stung with tears he couldn’t hold back. Fingers clutching desperately at Jungkook’s broad shoulders, he pulled him closer, pressing into the mark as if he could fuse them together.

“I know,” Jimin whispered, voice trembling but sure. “With you…we're safe.”

Jungkook’s arms tightened, caging him in. He pressed his forehead to Jimin’s, their mingled scents thick in the air, wrapping them in an invisible shield...an unspoken vow sealed in instinct and love.

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Three months had passed in a fragile quiet since Jungkook had quietly shared the news of Jimin’s pregnancy with only a select few trusted within his inner circle. Outside their world, the secret was theirs alone to protect...at least, that was how Jungkook intended it to be until their pup was born.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of Jungkook’s office in the mansion, casting long shadows over the sleek, dark wood and leather. The air was thick with tension as Jungkook sat across from Lorenzo Romano...known as The Serpent...the ruthless Italian Alpha who led the Veleno Nero Syndicate. Their alliance was one of convenience, forged through shared interests in their illegal casino operations. But trust between them was brittle, laced with suspicion beneath their polite words.

Jungkook’s voice remained steady and firm as they navigated the negotiation, eyes sharp and unreadable. Lorenzo’s gaze flicked around the room, analyzing everything with practiced calculation.

A soft knock at the door broke their focus. Jungkook’s eyes immediately shifted to the entrance. “Enter.”

The door opened, and Jimin stepped lightly inside, dressed in a soft pink sundress patterned with tiny white flowers. The hem swayed gently against his honey thighs as he moved, a white cardigan unbuttoned over his shoulders, paired with simple white low-top Converse. His delicate frame carried a subtle new scent...a faint milky sweetness beneath his usual omega musk. It was a scent only Jungkook truly recognized, one marking the new life growing within him.

Lorenzo’s nostrils flared, catching the familiar aroma of a pupped omega. His gaze sharpened, flickering between the omega and Jungkook. He didn’t know this omega by name...only that he belonged to Jeon, and the scent spoke volumes. Vulnerability. Value.

Jungkook’s protective instincts flared at once...not liking his pregnant omega around an unknown alpha, especially one as dangerous as Lorenzo. His eyes darkened with possessiveness as he beckoned Jimin closer. “Come here.”

Jimin crossed the room smoothly and settled into Jungkook’s lap, curling close as Jungkook’s hand slid possessively over the faint curve of his belly. The alpha’s fingers pressed gently, his thumb tracing soft circles, drinking in the life growing beneath his touch.

Leaning forward, Jungkook brushed a searing kiss against Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin near his scent gland. He inhaled deeply, his nose capturing every nuance of Jimin’s scent...the soft omega musk mingled with that unmistakable milky sweetness.

Lorenzo watched, dark eyes narrowing. The truth was clear: Jeon’s omega was carrying his pup and the alpha was highly protective and territorial. That realization sparked dangerous thoughts behind Lorenzo’s calm facade.

“What do you need, baby?” Jungkook asked quietly, his hand never leaving Jimin’s belly.

Jimin smiled gently, entwining his fingers with Jungkook’s. “We were supposed to go shopping for the canopy today, remember? I've been wanting one for months now, alpha."

Jungkook pressed a reverent kiss to Jimin’s forehead. “I’ll take you after this meeting.”

Lorenzo stood, his movement deliberate and smooth. “We can discuss this later, Jeon. Please attend to your beautiful omega.”

Jungkook’s gaze locked with Lorenzo’s as they shook hands, the tension sharp between them. “Nothing leaves this room.”

As the door clicked shut behind Lorenzo, Jungkook’s hands moved over Jimin’s body with fierce devotion. He pulled him closer, burying his nose in Jimin’s neck and chest, scenting deeply as low growls of possessive satisfaction rumbled from his throat.

“No one will ever harm you or our pup,” Jungkook murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Not now. Not ever.”

Jimin leaned his head back further, basking in the attention his mate was giving him, a soft moan slipping past his lips. “Mmmm, I know.”

The alpha leaned up to kiss him, catching the curve of Jimin’s smile. Jimin’s soft giggle fluttered against his mouth, eyes sparkling. “Do you like my dress, alpha?” he asked, the teasing lilt in his voice wrapping around Jungkook like silk.

A low rumble of appreciation vibrated in Jungkook’s chest as his hands slid under the hem of Jimin’s dress, palms finding the warm, smooth bare skin beneath. “I like what’s underneath the dress even more,” he murmured, fingers flexing possessively.

Jimin’s breath hitched as Jungkook’s kisses trailed down his neck again. “Can we go shopping now, alpha?” he whispered, still playful despite the heat curling in his belly.

Jungkook’s gaze darkened, a deep, guttural growl escaping as he nipped gently at Jimin’s full lips. “Let’s go.”

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Lorenzo stepped out of Jungkook’s office, his polished shoes silent against the expensive hardwood floors of the Jeon mansion. The heavy oak door clicked shut behind him, sealing away the imposing alpha’s presence. He schooled his face into a mask of mild satisfaction for the benefit of any watching staff, but inside, his thoughts churned.

Jeon’s pupped omega.

The words repeated in his mind like a siren song. He had caught the subtle scent in the office...sweet, ripe, and unmistakably pregnant. That omega had been in here earlier, the clinging trace of his pheromones too fresh to be coincidence. The air in Jungkook’s office had practically pulsed with possessive alpha energy, and yet… the omega’s scent still lingered. Jeon's mate. Jeon's pregnant mate.

In his world, that meant one thing...profit. Enormous profit.

Lorenzo’s mind ticked through the numbers like clockwork. Jeon’s bloodline was power, wealth, and influence wrapped in flesh. A pup like that could fetch an astronomical price on the underground market. Wealthy, desperate alphas and omegas...especially those who couldn’t have pups...would pay anything for a pup with such a pedigree.

He knew because he had built his fortune on it.

Lorenzo’s illegal adoption ring was as efficient as it was cold-blooded. His man on the streets...Anton...was skilled at spotting the right targets: unattended pups, street orphans, careless parents who let their young wander too far. One snatch, one quiet disappearance, and Lorenzo’s hands were clean by the time the sale went through.

A Jeon pup, though…that would require precision.

Descending the grand staircase, Lorenzo offered a charming smile to a passing maid, even tipping his head in a polite nod. She blushed faintly and looked away. Foolish girl. Everyone in this mansion was loyal to the Don, but loyalty could be bypassed with the right infiltration.

Once outside, the cool air of the driveway greeted him. His black luxury sedan waited at the base of the stone steps, the driver immediately stepping forward to open the door. Lorenzo slid into the plush leather seat, his mind already moving three steps ahead.

The door shut with a muffled thud, sealing him in quiet. He reached for his phone.

“Anton,” he said smoothly when the call connected. “I have something… special for you to arrange.”

On the other end, the man grunted. “What is it?”

“A pupped omega,” Lorenzo replied, letting the words drip with significance. “Jeon’s omega. I want eyes on him until the birth. Get someone inside that mansion...staff, delivery crew, I don’t care how. Once the pup is born…” His lips curled into a slow, predatory smile. “It’s to be brought to me. Directly.”

There was a pause, then a low whistle from Anton. “That’s dangerous, boss. Jeon is a mean son of a bitch when it comes to his loved ones. I can only imagine what he'd do to someone taking his pup."

“It will be worth it,” Lorenzo said flatly, his tone brooking no doubt. “A pup like that will fetch a price you can’t imagine. He'll never know it was me.”

He ended the call without another word, tucking the phone into his coat pocket.

As the car rolled away from the Jeon estate, Lorenzo let himself relax against the seat, his smile sharpening into something sinister.

This pup would bring him a fortune.

And no alpha...not even Jeon Jungkook...would stand in his way.

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The late-morning sun was warm against the glass storefronts as Jungkook guided Jimin through the mall, two tall bodyguards shadowing them like silent sentinels. His large palm rested at the small of Jimin’s back, steady and protective, as they stepped into a home décor store lined with every kind of fabric canopy imaginable.

Jimin ran delicate fingers over lace, silk, cotton, and chiffon, eyes sparkling with curiosity. Every time he tested the texture between his fingertips, he tilted his head in thought, biting his lip just slightly before shaking his head and moving to the next. Jungkook, though impatient by nature, stood silently behind him, arms folded, content to watch his omega fuss over such an important detail for their nest.

It took at least twenty tries before Jimin’s steps slowed in front of one particular display. A sheer black canopy hung in graceful folds, pooling slightly at the floor. The soft material shimmered faintly in the light. Jimin’s face lit up instantly.

“This one,” he murmured, voice gentle but sure. His fingers smoothed over the fabric like it was something sacred.

Jungkook’s lips curved into a small smile. “Then this one it is.” He waved over the shop assistant without hesitation, ordering it packaged. No price tag was even checked.

From there, Jimin tugged him toward a baby store across the way, the scent of his excitement blooming like warm honey in the air. He darted from rack to rack, cooing at impossibly tiny onesies, knitted hats, and miniature socks.

“Look at this one, Kook,” Jimin beamed, holding up a soft cream-colored sleeper decorated with little silver moons and wolves.

Jungkook reached out, taking it from his hands as if it were made of spun glass. “We’ll take it,” he told the clerk before Jimin could even ask.

It continued like that for nearly an hour...Jimin pointing, Jungkook buying. Each purchase seemed to swell something in Jungkook’s chest, a primal satisfaction in providing for his omega and pup. He stood taller, shoulders squared, his hand never leaving Jimin’s waist.

Next, they wandered into a baby furniture store. Jimin’s eyes were wide as he moved through the showroom. Together, they picked out a crib with carved wooden rails, a matching bassinet, a changing table, a rocking chair, and even soft wall lighting shaped like stars and moons. By the time the order was placed, Jimin was quiet, his scent had shifted to sadness, and his fingers idly curling into the hem of Jungkook’s designer suit.

Jungkook immediately noticed. His brow furrowed as he turned to cup Jimin’s cheek, tilting his chin up so he could see him fully. “What’s wrong, baby?” His voice was low, threaded with concern.

Jimin hesitated, chewing on his lip before admitting, “I don’t like the idea of our pup sleeping away from us. What if they need us in the middle of the night?”

Jungkook’s response was instant and certain. “Then they won’t. I’ll have the vacant room next to our bedroom connected to ours...take the wall down completely. The crib will be right there, where we can reach them.”

Jimin’s eyes softened, sadness lifting as quickly as it came. He smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “Thank you.”

By the time they made it back to their waiting black SUV, their hands were full of shopping bags, the bodyguards efficiently loading the rest into the trunk. Jimin curled up against Jungkook’s arm once they were inside, the steady hum of the engine filling the comfortable silence.

“I have a pup checkup tomorrow,” Jimin said softly, his thumb tracing over Jungkook’s wrist. “To see how the baby’s growing and to get my belly measured. Will you come with me?”

Jungkook leaned down, brushing his lips over Jimin’s forehead, his scent wrapping warmly around him. “I won’t miss a single moment of our pup’s life, baby.”

Jimin’s smile was small but full of contentment. He tucked himself closer against Jungkook’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as the alpha’s steady heartbeat and scent lulled him into a peaceful doze.

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The quiet hum of the mansion’s medical wing was a comforting presence as Jungkook and Jimin stepped inside Jin’s clinic. The familiar sterile scent mingled with a subtle warmth...the safe cocoon of home, a world apart from the chaos and danger lurking beyond the mansion’s walls.

Jungkook’s hand found Jimin’s, fingers lacing tightly, grounding them both. Jimin’s white sundress swayed softly with every step, delicate lace at the hem brushing his calves. His cardigan was buttoned neatly, a simple but cozy armor against the nervous fluttering in his chest. He felt vulnerable, his growing belly a constant reminder of the life within, but Jungkook’s steady presence was a balm...solid, protective, unshakable.

He’s here. Always. No matter what, Jimin thought, squeezing Jungkook’s hand.

Jin greeted them with his usual gentle smile, his calm eyes reflecting the warmth of a friend, not just a physician. “Good to see you both again. Let’s get started.”

Jimin stepped lightly onto the scale, feeling the subtle press of Jungkook’s hand steadying him at his back. He watched Jin’s brow crease thoughtfully as the numbers settled. “You’ve gained five more pounds since your last visit, Jimin. That’s ten pounds total now.”

A soft breath escaped Jimin’s lips. Every ounce is a promise, he thought, glancing at Jungkook, who gave a reassuring squeeze back.

Jin moved to measure Jimin’s belly next, his touch clinical but gentle. “You’re starting to show more than average for this stage,” he said, eyes flicking to Jungkook with a hint of concern. “Which makes sense, given your alpha’s size.”

Jungkook’s gaze sharpened, the protective fire flaring immediately. “What does that mean, exactly?”

Jin met his intense stare with calm. “It means the pup might grow larger than usual, which could make a natural birth difficult. In such cases, a cesarean section may be necessary.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, tension coiling beneath his skin. “A cesarean section?”

“It’s a routine surgical procedure to ensure the safety of both omega and pup when complications arise,” Jin reassured, voice smooth like a steady anchor. “Nothing to panic over. We’ll monitor closely every step of the way.”

“Alright, Jimin,” Jin said, rolling over the ultrasound machine. “Hop up on the exam table.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed a deeper pink as he carefully lifted the hem of his white sundress to his chest, revealing the soft curve of his legs and the simple white tiny cotton panties beneath. Jungkook’s low growl vibrated in the air, thick with possessiveness and hunger.

“Behave,” Jimin teased, laughter bright and light as Jungkook leaned down to press a fierce, protective kiss to his lips.

He’s mine. Every part of me, Jungkook thought, tracing the line of Jimin’s jaw with reverent fingers beforetaking Jimin's hand gently.

Jin applied the cool gel to Jimin’s abdomen, the chill making him shiver. The transducer moved smoothly, and the screen flickered alive, revealing the unmistakable shapes of their pup...tiny head, curled arms, delicate spine.

Then, the room filled with a sudden, steady rhythmic sound...the baby’s heartbeat.

Jimin’s breath hitched, eyes wide with wonder. Jungkook’s hand tightened gently in his, his voice low and reverent. “Do you hear that? Our pup’s heart... beating strong.”

The steady thrum of life echoed between them, a sacred song that wrapped around their hearts and sealed their bond.

“That’s one big pup,” Jin said with a chuckle, eyes shining with delight at the monitor."He's measuring higher than average."

Jungkook’s chest expanded with pride, lips tugging into a triumphant smile. Jimin’s own smile was softer, filled with awe and love, eyes shining bright with a new kind of hope.

This little life... our future, Jimin thought, heart swelling.

“Everything looks perfect, guys.” Jin said warmly. “Your pup is healthy, and so are you, Jimin.”

He glanced between them, a playful glint in his eye. “Would you like to find out the sex?”

Their hands intertwined tighter, a silent conversation passing between them before they both nodded, voices soft but sure. “Yes.”

Jin’s smile deepened. “It’s a big baby boy.”

The room seemed to pause, the weight of the news settling over them like a sacred blessing.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened with fierce love and determination. Our son. Our family.

Jimin’s fingers tightened around Jungkook’s, his soul glowing with a quiet joy.

Jin looked to Jungkook with quiet respect. “You’re taking excellent care of your mate and your pup.”

A slow, confident smirk curved Jungkook’s lips. “I intend to protect them both. Always.”

Jungkook took the soft, cool cloth Jin handed him and began to carefully wipe the lingering ultrasound gel from Jimin’s belly. His hands moved with practiced gentleness, almost reverent, as if every inch of his omega’s skin was sacred. He pulled the hem of Jimin’s white sundress back down, smoothing it over the soft curve of his belly.

Jimin shifted slightly, a faint blush warming his cheeks as Jungkook helped him sit up on the edge of the exam table. The alpha’s steady hands supported him, anchoring Jimin in place with silent reassurance. Jungkook’s gaze lingered on Jimin’s face...flushed, vulnerable, yet radiant with a quiet strength that made Jungkook’s heart ache with pride and fierce protectiveness.

Just as Jimin settled in, Jin cleared his throat softly, his tone growing more serious but still warm. “Before you both leave, there’s something I want to discuss… more for you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s brows drew together, his alpha senses sharpening instantly. He turned his full attention to Jin, eyes alert.

Jin took a breath. "Jimin’s pregnancy is progressing beautifully...you’re doing a great job caring for him. But with everything else on my plate, managing the clinic alone is starting to take its toll. The further along Jimin gets, the more closely he needs to be monitored. I’m running ragged trying to keep up with it all.”

Jungkook’s guilt flared up at the thought of Jin being overburdened, of anything slipping through the cracks. He tightened his jaw, contemplating the best way forward.

“So, what do you need from me?” Jungkook asked quietly, voice steady but laced with concern.

Jin met his gaze evenly. “An assistant. Someone reliable and discreet to help with daily clinic duties, patient care, and especially to keep a close eye on Jimin. It’ll ease the load...on both of us...and ensure your mate gets the best care possible through the pregnancy.”

Jungkook’s mind raced for a moment. Hiring someone new meant opening their inner circle, a potential risk. But he trusted Jin implicitly, knew the doctor’s judgment was sound.

“Alright,” Jungkook said finally, voice firm with resolve. “Find whoever you think is best. Someone you trust completely. Have Yoongi get a background check on them.”

Jin’s expression softened into a grateful smile. “Thank you, Jungkook. I’ll put out a job posting tomorrow. I want to find someone professional, capable, and discreet...someone who understands the delicacy of your situation.”

Jimin reached out with a small, tentative hand, finding Jungkook’s and squeezing gently. In that simple gesture was a wealth of trust and love. Jungkook’s chest swelled with emotion, the weight of responsibility pressing heavily but willingly on his shoulders.

He glanced down at Jimin’s flushed face, and in that moment, nothing else mattered but his omega’s safety and comfort. “We’ll make sure you have everything you need,” Jungkook promised softly, voice low and unwavering.

Jimin smiled, leaning into Jungkook’s warmth, feeling safe and cherished, ready to face whatever came next...together.

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Two weeks had passed since Jin hired an assistant to help with the delicate care Jimin required during his pregnancy. Today was Heeseung’s orientation day. Jin stood beside the young omega, explaining the gravity of their task with clinical precision.

“Your background check came back spotless,” Jin said softly, eyes steady but kind. “This position demands absolute discretion. Jimin’s condition is fragile, and everything we do here must remain confidential.”

Heeseung nodded, drinking in every word. “I understand, Doctor Kim. I’ll be careful.”

The orientation was smooth and professional. Jin introduced Heeseung to both Jimin and Jungkook. Jimin’s gentle smile and soft voice warmed some of the tension in Heeseung’s chest, but it was Jungkook who stole his breath. The alpha stood tall and commanding, black hair slicked back, his dark, round eyes sharp and calculating. His powerful muscles flexed beneath his tailored shirt, and Heeseung felt a primal pull deep in his core.

Jungkook’s gaze locked onto Heeseung with a silent warning, but the omega held his ground. “I promise to take excellent care of your omega and pup,” Heeseung said, voice steady despite the storm inside him.

Jimin squeezed Jungkook’s hand gently and smiled warmly before the two excused themselves, leaving Jin and Heeseung alone to finish the orientation.

Once it was over, Jin gave Heeseung his starting time. “Be here at 8 a.m. tomorrow. It’s going to be a demanding day.”

Heeseung nodded and left the clinic, the weight of the task ahead settling on his shoulders. But the moment he closed the car door behind him, he peeled off the scent patch that masked his omega pheromones. The only reason he's wearing the damn thing is so his intentions wouldn't be sniffed out.

Immediately the scent of sea breeze and limes flooded the car, slick pooled in his panties, a heat flaring low in his belly that he couldn’t deny. The memory of Jungkook’s scent...the intoxicating mix of musk and power...burned behind his eyelids. The alpha’s presence in the clinic had nearly undone him, his breath hitching as Jungkook’s eyes had cut into his soul. The image of those black hair strands swept back, the broad chest, and the sharp, demanding gaze made his cock twitch painfully.

He slammed his foot on the accelerator, ignoring the speed limits as adrenaline and desire mingled into a potent rush.

Once home, Heeseung ripped off his clothes, trembling from need and nervous excitement. His fingers fumbled with the elastic of his panties, freeing his already hard cock. His slick coated his fingers as he pulled out his biggest knot inflatable dildo from the drawer. The cold silicone hit his skin, but his mind was burning with fantasies.

He got on the bed and put a pillow between his legs, straddling it, he placed the dildo between his legs and slid it slowly inside himself, groaning as he imagined Jungkook’s thick, unyielding length filling him with possessive power. The thought of the alpha’s strong hands gripping his hips, the heat of his breath against his neck, sent sparks through his body.

He gripped the dildo tighter, riding the cock deep and hard, his mouth falling open in a ragged moan. “Jungkook…” he gasped, voice thick with need, “Alpha… please…knot me...”

As the pleasure built fast, he quickly reached down and pressed the button, inflating the knot...waves crashed through him as he screamed the alpha’s name, hips bucking, fingers clawing at the sheets. His orgasm ripped through him, muscles clenching as he came hard on the knot, spilling over the dildo and slicking his thighs. 

Breathing heavily, he collapsed onto the bed, the haze of release mingling with the sharp edge of his mission.

I’m not here to fuck Jungkook, he told himself through the lingering heat. I’m here to watch, to steal the pup when it’s born.

He swallowed hard. Deliver it to Lorenzo… get my cut.

But the cold truth stabbed deeper. If I fail… if I slip… it won’t be my hole aching.

It’ll be my head.

His pulse thundered in his temples as Jungkook’s scent seemed to cling to every nerve ending, igniting a fire that wouldn’t be quenched anytime soon.

Still trembling from the intensity of his release, Heeseung wiped his face and reached for his phone. His fingers dialed quickly, the screen lighting up with Lorenzo’s name.

“Lorenzo,” Heeseung said, voice low but steady. “I got the job. Started orientation today. Everything’s going smoothly so far.”

On the other end, Lorenzo’s deep chuckle rumbled through the line. “Good boy,” he said approvingly. “Keep a close eye on Jeon’s omega and that pup. I want regular reports...every detail.”

Heeseung swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the assignment settle deeper in his chest. “Understood. I won’t let you down.”

Lorenzo’s tone turned darker, colder. “Remember, Heeseung...failure is not an option. I want that pup. Bring it to me.”

The line went dead.

Heeseung’s breath hitched as he stared at the phone, mind racing. The game had begun. And there was no turning back.

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Fresh from the shower, droplets still sliding down his smooth, bare skin, Jimin wrapped a towel loosely under his arm as he stepped into their dressing room. His soft, pale body gleamed in the warm light, the curve of his growing belly rounding gently beneath his ribs. He let the towel slip open, his eyes tracing the subtle swell, the widening of his hips, and the thickening of his thighs. Slowly, he turned to the side, admiring the roundness of his ass...always firm, but now undeniably plumper and more sensitive. He was five months pregnant and glowing.

A low, possessive growl rumbled from behind him. Jungkook’s strong hands slid possessively around Jimin’s waist, warm palms pressing against the tender skin of his belly. He pulled Jimin flush against him, his breath hot and heavy at the nape of his neck.

“You’re the most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen,” Jungkook murmured, voice thick with desire and pride.

Jimin smiled, tilting his head in submission so Jungkook could mark him. The alpha’s fingers traced the curve of his neck as he pressed his scent deep into the sensitive skin, growling low and marking him fiercely.

Jungkook’s hands roamed down Jimin’s back and hips before grabbing his waist and pulling him toward the marble vanity. The cool surface sent a shiver up Jimin’s spine as Jungkook bent him forward, spreading his legs wide and exposing him completely. Jimin’s wet skin glistened under the overhead light, every inch of him ripe and ready for his alpha.

The alpha lowered his mouth to the sensitive crease between Jimin’s thighs. His tongue flicked out, tasting the salty, sweet slick coating Jimin’s hole. Warm, wet licks traced slow, deliberate circles, teasing and sucking on the sensitive flesh. Jimin’s breath hitched sharply.

“Ah...Alpha, please…” Jimin whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily, desperate for more.

Jungkook’s fingers squeezed the omegas ass cheeks, spreading him open gently as his mouth worked, sucking and biting the soft skin. Jimin’s hands clenched the edge of the vanity, nails digging into the cold marble as waves of pleasure crashed through him.

When Jungkook finally pulled back, the sharp sound of his belt buckle releasing filled the air, sending a jolt of anticipation through Jimin’s body.

Jungkook’s thick cock sprang free, glistening with precome, twitching impatiently. His dark eyes burned with hunger and possession as he positioned himself behind Jimin once more.

With a rough, possessive thrust, Jungkook shoved deep inside him, filling Jimin completely. The exquisite stretch overwhelmed Jimin, his muscles clenching tightly around the thick shaft.

“Such a tight, eager omega,” Jungkook growled, voice low and primal. “You’re mine to breed...mine to fill with pups. Feel how full I make you.”

Jimin gasped, a needy moan escaping his lips. “Alpha… harder…breed me…”

Jungkook’s hips slammed harder, each thrust deeper and more demanding. His hands gripped Jimin’s hips, pulling him flush against his length as he claimed every inch.

“You're already pupped full, so swollen and ripe, I’ll knot you so tight you won’t be able to move,” Jungkook promised, voice rough with lust. “I’ll keep you bred all year round until you’re bursting. You’re mine, omega. All mine.”

Jimin whimpered loudly, the sensation overwhelming. “Yes, alpha, please...fill me, knot me...oh fuck, I’m yours…”

Jungkook’s hands slid up to cradle Jimin’s swollen belly, his thumbs tracing possessive circles over the smooth skin. The alpha’s hips slammed harder, driving deeper and harder inside Jimin’s heated core.

The knot inside Jungkook’s cock began to swell, filling Jimin’s tight heat with unbearable fullness. Jungkook growled fiercely, biting into Jimin’s neck as he pulled him flush against his body.

“I’m going to knot you so hard,” Jungkook hissed in his ear, voice thick with breeding intent even though his omega was already pupped.

Jimin’s body trembled, clenched tight around the knot as a powerful orgasm shattered through him. He moaned loud and raw, his head falling forward as waves of ecstasy rolled over every nerve ending.

“Alpha… I’m c-cumming...so full...so good…”

Jungkook grunted, his own release crashing through him as he filled Jimin completely, knot pulsing deep inside, anchoring them together. His hips jerked with primal need, holding Jimin captive in the most intimate claim of all.

Jungkook’s lips trailed fiery kisses down Jimin’s neck and shoulders as they rode out their tremors, the room filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and whispered promises.

“I got you, baby,” Jungkook murmured against heated skin.

Jimin’s voice was a soft, breathy whisper. “You always do."

Their breaths still mingled in the heavy air as Jungkook slowly pulled back, eyes dark and tender, reading every curve and flush of Jimin’s skin. Without a word, he lifted his omega into his arms, the solid weight of Jimin comforting against his chest.

Steam curled lazily from the shower as Jungkook guided Jimin under the hot spray, one big hand braced at the small of his back, the other cupping the curve of his ass as if he didn’t want to let go. The water slicked over their skin, washing away the sweat and heat, but his touch remained slow, reverent.

“Hold on to me,” Jungkook murmured, guiding Jimin so his back was against the tiled wall. His palm slid between his thighs, fingers gliding gently over his still-aching rim and inside the hole. He was thorough...massaging in soft circles, working the water and soap over the tender skin, whispering quiet praise against Jimin’s temple. “My pretty omega… took me so well.”

Jimin’s lashes fluttered, his body melting into the steady warmth of his alpha’s care. He was sore, but Jungkook’s careful hands made it feel like something to be cherished rather than endured.

When they stepped out, Jungkook wrapped him in a thick towel, rubbing slow strokes along his arms before crouching to pat his legs dry. Jimin padded over to the massive double vanity, opening his little line of glass skincare jars, the familiar routine grounding him.

In the mirror, he caught Jungkook pulling on soft grey sweatpants and a white T-shirt...still damp at the collar from his wet hair. He looked different without his usual suit and gun harness, softer but no less powerful.

Jungkook leaned on the counter beside him, watching as Jimin patted moisturizer into his cheeks. “I’m taking the day off,” he said casually, but the glint in his eyes told Jimin it was anything but casual. “Need to put together our pup’s crib and the changing table. Can’t have you bending or lifting.”

Jimin’s lips twitched into a small smile, warmth blooming in his chest. The image of Jungkook...his intimidating mafia boss of an alpha...assembling baby furniture in sweatpants made something deep in his omega stir.

And as Jungkook reached over to smooth a stray damp strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear, he added in a low murmur, “Want everything perfect before he gets here. You and our pup deserve nothing less.”

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The nursery still smelled faintly of fresh paint and new wood, that clean, crisp scent of a room that had only recently become theirs. A couple of months ago, Jungkook had ordered the wall between their bedroom and the adjoining spare room knocked down, determined to keep their pup close once they were born. Now, instead of two separate rooms, the space flowed together...half warm, sprawling nest, half picture-perfect nursery.

Jimin was curled up in their warm nest, lazily swiping at his phone as the scent of his alpha drifted faintly through the air from their pups room. He was halfway through a round of his game when a series of muffled curses broke through the calm.

He blinked, pausing the game. Another curse...louder this time...followed by the sound of something clattering to the floor.

Curiosity winning over comfort, Jimin slid out of the nest and padded barefoot toward the nursery. The sight that greeted him at the doorway made him bite back a laugh.

Jungkook was sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by an explosion of wooden crib pieces, screws, and tools. He was glaring down at the instruction manual like it had personally betrayed him.

Jimin leaned against the doorframe, arms folded. “What’s wrong?”

Jungkook didn’t even look up at first, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration. “This...” he waved toward the crib frame like it was a mortal enemy “...this fucking crib. I’ve tortured people who were easier to deal with than this thing, Jimin.”

Jimin couldn’t help it...he snorted, the sound breaking into laughter before he could cover it with his hand. His shoulders shook as he leaned against the doorframe, watching the infamous mafia boss of the Nocturne Syndicate be defeated by wooden slats and stubborn screws.

“Did you just compare assembling a crib to interrogating someone?”

Jungkook finally looked up, deadpan. “The crib’s putting up more of a fight.”

Jimin laughed harder, stepping inside. “Let me guess...you didn’t read the instructions, did you?”

“I read them,” Jungkook said defensively, “but they were obviously written by a sadist with a grudge against parents.”

Shaking his head, Jimin crouched down beside him and picked up the manual. “Move over, big bad mafia boss. I’ll show you how to do it.”

“Oh? You think you can do better?” Jungkook arched a brow.

“I know I can do better,” Jimin teased, starting to sort the screws into neat little piles.

Jungkook grumbled under his breath but shifted closer, helping as Jimin handed him the right pieces. Somewhere between attaching the first side and tightening the screws, the frustration melted into quiet, playful touches...Jungkook bumping his knee against Jimin’s, Jimin smacking his hand lightly when he put a screw in crooked.

At one point, Jimin leaned over him to grab a bolt, and Jungkook hooked an arm around his waist, tugging him down for a quick kiss. “You make this almost bearable,” he murmured against Jimin’s lips.

“Almost?” Jimin laughed, swatting his shoulder.

By the time they tightened the last bolt, both were grinning. The crib stood perfectly assembled, a slate gray with carved detailing that made it look like something out of a fairytale.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around him from behind, chin resting on his shoulder as they both looked at the crib. “Yeah… teamwork.” His voice softened. “Our pup’s going to sleep here.”

“And you didn’t even have to interrogate it,” Jimin teased, leaning back into him with a smile.

They stood back, side by side, staring at the newly assembled crib like it was some small miracle born of stubbornness and teamwork. The soft light from the nursery sconces cast a golden glow over the fresh wood, making it look warm and inviting.

Jungkook still had a faint smear of wood dust across his cheek and a few strands of hair falling into his eyes from where he’d been bent over the project for hours. His forearms were dusted with saw-like grit from handling the sanded rails. Jimin’s fingers itched to brush back those stray strands and wipe away the smudge, but instead, he stepped forward and let his palm glide over the smooth rail. The wood was cool to the touch, the curve of it gentle, sturdy...safe.

“It’s perfect,” Jungkook murmured, his voice carrying the satisfaction of a man who’d just conquered a worthy opponent.

Jimin tilted his head, gaze sweeping slowly around the room...the soft carpet underfoot, the bare white walls, the crib standing proud in its place. “Not yet,” he said.

Jungkook’s brows lifted as he glanced down at him. “Not yet?”

“I’ve been thinking…” Jimin turned to face him fully, that familiar spark of creativity bright in his gaze. His hands lifted as he spoke, already sketching the image in the air. “I want to paint the whole room a deep slate gray...rich and dark, like the night sky before a storm.” He turned toward the main wall behind the crib, his voice softening with excitement. “And then…I want a mural here. The woods at night. Tall trees, just shadows against the moonlight. A sky full of stars, crisp and bright. And right here...” his hand hovered above the center of the wall, “...a huge, luminous full moon.”

Jungkook’s eyes softened, following the invisible shapes Jimin was painting in the air. “That sounds beautiful,” he said quietly, and he meant it.

“And…” Jimin hesitated just a moment before continuing, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips, “I want a black wolf painted, right here.” He pointed to the space just under where the moon would be. “Howling up at it. That wolf will be you. Our pup’s Appa. Watching over him...protecting him as he sleeps.”

The words landed heavy and warm in Jungkook’s chest. His throat bobbed once, and for a moment, he didn’t speak. The image Jimin described wasn’t just paint on a wall...it was a promise. A claim. A piece of their family’s story immortalized.

Finally, Jungkook stepped closer, his hand finding Jimin’s waist as he pulled him in. He pressed a kiss into Jimin’s damp hair, breathing in the soft, clean scent of him. “I love it,” he murmured, his voice low and certain against Jimin’s temple. “We’ll make it happen. Exactly the way you see it.”

Jimin smiled into his chest, his fingers curling lightly into Jungkook’s shirt. In that moment, the bare walls didn’t seem so empty...they were already alive with the future.

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The storm outside that night raged, rain thrashing the windows like a wild beast desperate to break inside. Thunder rumbled low and angry, shaking the very walls of their sanctuary. Inside the nest, Jungkook and Jimin lay tangled together beneath the heavy blankets, the alpha’s strong arms wrapped possessively around the fragile omega.

Jimin’s breaths were shallow, uneven, and restless...his body trembling subtly beneath Jungkook’s chest. His face was pale, slick with sweat, lips parted as if silently begging for salvation. Unseen behind his closed eyelids, the nightmare clawed its way forward.

He was sixteen again.

His heart hammered with a fragile hope as he made his way home from school, each step quickening with the desire to see his Eomma...to make sure she was safe, alive.

His Eomma, who had once poured her heart and soul into a small seamstress business, now lived under the shadow of ruin. His stepfather, a cruel alpha caught deep in debt with ruthless loan sharks, had signed away her business. He had gambled and drunk every last cent she’d saved, the gleam of coins lost to smoke and cards.

But the worst were the nights filled with rage.

The alpha’s manic episodes left bruises and broken spirits. Jimin, though still just a boy, had tried to protect his Eomma from the blows. But he was small and fragile, and the alpha’s fury was a tempest no child could stop. Worse, when Jimin intervened, the alpha’s anger turned on him...the very person trying to shield the family.

That day, Jimin pushed open the battered door of their rundown apartment, heart hammering like a frantic drum.

The world inside was shattered.

Furniture lay overturned, splintered wood scattered across the floor. Walls bore jagged splashes of blood, dark and fresh.

In the center of the ruin, his tiny Eomma lay crumpled on the cold ground, eyes closed and face pale.

Standing above her was his stepfather, wild-eyed and trembling with fury, a bloodied knife clenched in his fist.

The alpha’s head snapped up as his gaze caught Jimin frozen in the doorway.

His voice ripped through the silence, sharp and terrifying:

“YOU’RE GOING TO GIVE ME THAT PUP OR I’M GONNA CUT IT OUT OF YOU!!”

Jimin’s breath caught.

Pup? What pup?

His eyes instinctively dropped to his swollen belly, the weight of new life growing beneath his shirt.

Before he could understand, the stepfather lunged forward, knife raised with deadly intent.

Panic ignited in Jimin’s chest.

He turned and ran.

I have to protect our pup! Alpha will protect us both! I need to find my alpha!

Behind him, the stepfather’s heavy boots pounded, the knife swinging dangerously close.

Pain stabbed at Jimin’s back as the blade grazed him, but adrenaline drove him forward.

His breath came in ragged gasps; his legs ached but he wouldn’t stop.

The world blurred around him, fear and desperation swirling into a storm as fierce as the one outside.

Suddenly, a deafening crack of thunder shattered the nightmare.

Jimin bolted upright in bed, eyes wide and wild, chest heaving.

“ALPHA! PUP! SAVE OUR PUP!” he screamed, clutching his belly as if to shield their fragile future.

Jungkook’s senses snapped to full alert.

His eyes flew open. His hand was on his pistol before his mind even caught up...he grabbed it with practiced ease, cocked it, and aimed toward the door, breath sharp and ready.

The room was empty save for the storm’s fury beyond the walls.

Slowly, Jungkook lowered the weapon and turned his full attention to Jimin.

The omega was trembling, sweat slick, tears streaking down his pale cheeks. His breaths were ragged, chest rising and falling in shallow pants.

Without hesitation, Jungkook gathered Jimin into his lap, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

His hands moved soothingly through Jimin’s damp hair, fingers tracing gentle, grounding patterns along the nape of his neck.

“Alpha’s here,” Jungkook murmured low and steady, voice a fierce promise. “No one’s going to hurt you. No one will ever harm you or our pup. They’d have to go through me first.”

Jimin whimpered, voice barely more than a breath, repeating over and over, while holding his stomach, “Alpha… our pup… alpha…he's going to hurt our pup…”

Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to his temple, heart breaking for the pain his mate still carried, for the shadows from a past they’d both fought to leave behind.

“Shh,” Jungkook soothed. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now. Sleep.”

Slowly, Jimin’s breathing began to steady, tears slowing as the strength of Jungkook’s presence wrapped around him like a shield.

Outside, the storm continued its wild dance, thunder rolling deep and relentless.

But inside their nest, surrounded by warmth and protection, Jimin finally found a fragile, fleeting peace.

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The next morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the nest. The storm had passed, leaving the air heavy and still, tinged with the scent of damp earth and fresh rain.

Jungkook sat beside Jimin in their nest, both having just finished a quiet breakfast they had sent up to them. Jungkook’s gaze lingered on Jimin, noticing the dark circles shadowing his delicate eyes and the way his usually bright gaze seemed dull, clouded by something heavy.

“Hey,” Jungkook said softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Jimin’s forehead. “You’re quiet this morning. What’s on your mind?”

Jimin swallowed hard, his fingers nervously twisting the hem of his shirt. He met Jungkook’s steady eyes, vulnerability flickering in his own.

“I keep thinking about last night,” Jimin began hesitantly. “That nightmare… it didn’t feel like just a dream. It felt like a warning...a bad omen. Like someone out there wants to hurt our pup.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his protective instincts flaring. “No one will ever hurt our pup,” he said firmly, voice low and resolute. “I swear it.”

Jimin nodded, biting his lip. “I know you mean that, alpha. But the fear… it won’t go away. Like something dark is coming for us.”

Jungkook pulled Jimin into his lap in a firm embrace, holding him close. “Whatever comes, we’ll face it together. I’ll protect you both. Always.”

He reached out, fingertips brushing gently across Jimin’s forehead, pushing a damp strand of hair behind his ear. “Jimin…” Jungkook’s voice was low, careful, “What was that nightmare about? You’ve been carrying it all morning.”

Jimin hesitated, his hands nervously twisting the edge of his shirt as if grounding himself. He swallowed, the words heavy and raw as they finally spilled out. “It’s… from my past.” His voice was small, fragile, but determined to be heard. “When I was sixteen, my stepfather was an alpha. But not like you.” His lip trembled. “He was cruel. He drank and gambled away every last bit of my Eomma’s savings...her whole seamstress business...until we had nothing left.”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened, clenched jaw betraying the anger he felt hearing Jimin’s pain. 

Jimin continued, voice faltering but steadying with the memory. “My Eomma… she used to teach me how to sew her wounds when the alpha would leave her bleeding on the floor. She didn’t want me to be helpless. She wanted me to be strong.”

He remembered, with quiet clarity, the first time Jimin had sewn him up after he’d been shot...how careful and skilled the omega’s hands had been despite his own fragility. Jungkook’s heart ached at the image, wrapping tighter around Jimin’s trembling form. “I remember,” he whispered, “You saved me that day. You’ve always been strong.”

Jimin’s breath hitched as the shadows from the past deepened. “That day… I came home from school to find the apartment in shambles. Furniture smashed, walls stained with blood.” His voice cracked, eyes shimmering with tears. “I saw my stepfather standing over my Eomma, holding a bloody knife...he’d killed her. Then he turned to me, knife raised. That’s when I ran. After that, I was pretty much homeless, shelter to shelter until I met you that night in the bakery.”

He swallowed hard, voice trembling slightly. “In my dream last night, I relived that day...coming home to find him over my Eomma’s body. Then he lunged at me with that knife, saying he was going to cut our pup out of my belly. That’s when I ran, desperate to find you.”

A low growl rumbled from Jungkook’s chest, full of fury and protective fire. He tightened his hold on Jimin, pulling him closer until their foreheads touched. “It was just a nightmare,” Jungkook promised, voice fierce and unwavering. “No one will ever touch you or our pup. I swear it.”

Jimin shuddered against him, tears slipping free. “In the dream, I ran. I ran so far, trying to find you...to find my alpha who would protect us. And just when he was about to catch me…I woke up.”

Jungkook kissed every tear-streaked part of Jimin’s face, trailing slow, tender kisses over his forehead, cheeks, and jawline. He breathed deeply, scenting Jimin’s natural omega pheromones...the heat and softness that calmed the alpha’s own storm. His voice dropped to a soothing murmur, “Alpha’s here. Always. I’ll protect you, and I’ll protect our pup. You don’t have to run anymore.”

Jimin’s eyes fell to the blankets wrapped around him. “I just want to stay in our nest today… with the canopy drawn, so I can feel safe. I think I need to sleep.” He looked up at Jungkook hesitantly. “Is it okay if I stay here all day? I just…need to be with you.”

Jungkook’s protective hold tightened gently as he whispered, “Of course, baby. You stay right here with me as long as you want. This nest is your safe place. Nothing...no one...will come near you while I’m here.”

He kissed Jimin’s temple softly, then shifted to pull out his phone. With careful fingers, Jungkook texted Yoongi: “Take over for me today. My mate needs me.”

Within moments, his phone buzzed with Yoongi’s reply: “You got it. Take care of Jimin.”

Jungkook smiled faintly, setting the phone aside and drawing Jimin even closer. “Rest as much as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jimin’s eyelids fluttered closed, exhaustion finally pulling him down. Jungkook’s hands stayed steady, cradling him like the most precious thing in the world. He pressed one last kiss to the crown of Jimin’s head and settled back, eyes watchful and unwavering.

Outside the quiet nest, the world moved on. But here, in this fragile space of safety and love, Jungkook was the shield between his omega and every shadow of his past.

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The faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air as Jimin and Jungkook stepped into the clinic tucked inside their sprawling mansion. The usual bustle of Jin was missing today, replaced by the sleek, controlled presence of Heeseung behind the counter.

Heeseung’s head lifted the instant the door slid open, eyes locking onto Jungkook with a predator’s intensity...sharp, calculating, and unapologetically hungry.

“Mr. Jeon,” Heeseung greeted, voice smooth but carrying an edge, eyes roaming the cut of Jungkook’s tailored suit and the broad strength it hinted at beneath the fabric. The way the jacket clung to his powerful frame made Heeseung’s throat go dry. He imagined, shamelessly, what it would feel like to be claimed by that alpha...to be stretched tight around Jungkook’s knot, swallowed whole in possession and protection.

His gaze flicked over to Jimin...delicate and small, porcelain skin contrasting with the dark warmth of Jungkook’s presence. Beautiful, yes. But fragile. Too fragile.

Heeseung thought about himself...taller, stronger. He could handle Jungkook’s knot better. He would take it all.

Oblivious to the undercurrent, Jimin offered a polite smile and moved toward the exam room, Jungkook’s hand resting possessively at the small of his back. Heeseung trailed just behind, every step deliberate, his eyes sliding back to Jungkook’s profile whenever he thought Jimin’s gaze was elsewhere.

Once Jimin was settled on the padded table, the atmosphere thickened with unspoken tension. Heeseung’s fingers moved professionally over Jimin’s bump, but his eyes betrayed his distraction...flicking up repeatedly to Jungkook.

“How’s our little one doing?” Jimin asked softly, voice gentle but filled with hopeful anticipation.

A slow, almost predatory smile tugged at Heeseung’s lips. “Perfect and strong…just like his Appa.”

The air shifted abruptly. Jungkook’s eyes snapped to Heeseung...dark, sharp, warning.

“Watch yourself,” Jungkook said quietly, but every word was laced with unyielding authority. “You’re here to work. Not to make unwanted comments.”

Heeseung’s eyes widened, but he quickly masked it with a thin, unconvincing smile. “My apologies, Mr. Jeon. Sometimes I’m overly friendly. I don’t mean anything by it.”

“Make sure you don’t,” Jungkook replied lowly, voice barely above a growl...enough to send a chill down Heeseung’s spine.

The rest of the exam passed in an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the sound of pages turning and the tapping of a pen. Heeseung measured, checked vitals, and listened to the pup’s heartbeat without further incident.

When finished, he handed Jimin the chart with a stiff nod. “Everything looks great. Keep up your vitamins. We’ll see you next month.”

Jimin murmured his thanks and slid off the table. Jungkook’s hand returned to Jimin’s waist instantly, guiding him toward the door with possessive strength.

The clinic’s door slid open quietly as Jimin and Jungkook stepped out into the softly lit hallway of their mansion. The familiar scent of polished wood and leather mingled with the sterile antiseptic, grounding Jimin in the safe space he had come to trust.

Jungkook’s footsteps echoed slightly on the marble floor, heavy and deliberate, but the tension in his posture was unmistakable. His jaw was clenched tight, and his sharp eyes flicked toward the closed door behind them...the exam room where Heeseung still lingered.

Jimin caught the subtle shift immediately and reached out, curling his fingers gently around Jungkook’s wrist.

“Alpha,” he asked softly, voice laced with concern, “what’s wrong? You seem upset.”

Jungkook’s dark gaze softened just enough as he released a slow breath. “It’s that assistant, Heeseung,” he admitted quietly. “I don’t like how overly friendly he was. Too much.”

Jimin blinked, considering. “Alpha, sometimes people act that way because they want to be nice. Maybe it’s just his way of being professional... or trying to make a good impression.”

Jungkook’s lips pressed into a tight line, eyes narrowing slightly. “Maybe,” he muttered. “But I don’t like it.”

Jimin squeezed Jungkook’s wrist reassuringly and stepped closer, leaning into the familiar weight of his alpha’s arm around his waist.

“I’m here with you,” he whispered. “I’m safe. Nothing’s going to happen.”

Jungkook’s expression softened fully then, and he lowered his chin to rest atop Jimin’s head, a quiet promise in his breath.

“Always,” he said, voice a low rumble meant only for Jimin.

Together, they moved down the quiet corridor, the mansion’s shadows long and protective around them. Inside these walls, with Jungkook by his side, Jimin felt as safe as he could ever hope to be.

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The clinic door closed softly behind them, sealing the unease inside with the antiseptic air.

Heeseung stood alone now, the room silent except for his quiet breath. His mind raced, torn between the original plan with Lorenzo and the new, consuming obsession that had taken hold.

He imagined the feel of Jungkook’s warm, possessive hand on his own belly instead of Jimin’s. The powerful alpha’s scent filling every inch of him. To be pupped and claimed by Jungkook...safe, protected, utterly his.

A slow smirk curved Heeseung’s lips...half promise, half challenge.

“Not over yet,” he whispered to the empty room.

Heeseung’s smirk deepened as he approached the sleek laptop resting on the desk. Calm and deliberate, he flipped it open, the glow illuminating his focused expression.

His fingers hovered briefly before he began typing: labor inducer...and the results came fast.

Pitocin.

He scanned the information...how this synthetic hormone could force labor prematurely, how it could be used to end a pregnancy on his terms.

Without hesitation, he opened a new tab and typed: heat and rut inducer.

Lythex-9

The search results spilled onto the screen. Underground...dangerous compounds and drugs designed to manipulate an omega's and alpha's cycles, forcing heats and ruts early, breaking their will.

A cold, ruthless plan formed in Heeseung’s mind. He would get rid of Jimin and the baby...remove the obstacles keeping Jungkook from him. Then, Jungkook would have no choice but to come to Heeseung, his true omega.

A slow, cruel smile crept across Heeseung’s lips.

The path was clear. And he would stop at nothing to claim what he believed was rightfully his.

For now, Jungkook held that weak little thing in his arms…but soon, everything would change.

First, the pup had to be born. Then it could be quietly handed over to Lorenzo...gone, forgotten. Once Jungkook saw how easily Heeseung could take his knot, how much better he could satisfy him, he’d never look back.

“Don’t worry, Alpha,” Heeseung whispered, voice dripping with certainty. “I’ll give you all the pups your heart could ever want…”

Chapter Text

The dim early evening light stretched long shadows across the sleek conference room in the Nocturne Syndicate’s headquarters. Outside, heavy clouds gathered beneath a darkening sky, lightning flickering intermittently as the wind whispered through the trees. But inside, all was calm...measured and precise.

Jungkook sat at the head of the long, polished black table, his posture rigid, his dark eyes fixed on the tablet screen Hoseok had set before him. The device glowed softly, reflecting blueprints, projections, and the promise of millions.

The proposed downtown casino was prime territory...heart of the city, endless foot traffic, a police precinct that conveniently turned a blind eye during peak hours. It was the kind of deal most syndicates would kill for.

Hoseok, seated to Jungkook’s right, radiated his usual quiet authority. The omega had the air of a man who never rushed, never flinched, and never came to a meeting unprepared. As Jungkook’s consigliere, his role was to see the threats hiding in plain sight...and the ones buried so deep only someone like him would dig them up.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok began, voice measured, “the location is excellent. Lorenzo’s pitch hits all the right notes...high traffic, controllable security, the kind of clientele that spends without thinking. It’s an opportunity to move fast before the city council catches wind.”

Jungkook’s gaze flicked up, sharp as a blade. “The spot’s prime,” he agreed, his tone taut with restraint. “But Lorenzo? I don’t trust him. His contacts are too messy. He plays nice, but he’s got his own agenda. I want every angle covered...no surprises.”

Hoseok inclined his head slightly. “That’s smart. His ties inside city hall will grease the wheels, but favors like that come with strings. We keep him close, but never let him hold the strings on us.”

Jungkook’s fingers tapped a slow, restless rhythm on the table. “Security isn’t just cameras and guards. If he’s running the front, we run the back. Vaults, surveillance, logistics...everything in hands loyal to us.”

“I’ve already arranged it,” Hoseok replied smoothly. “Our best enforcers in key posts. Lorenzo gets the face of the operation, but the backbone belongs to us. The real control stays where it should...right here.”

Jungkook’s jaw flexed. “Money flow’s my next concern. We need clean channels. No leaks. No skim.”

Hoseok swiped through encrypted spreadsheets. “We’ll run it through existing laundering lines...secure, tested, invisible. Lorenzo can take the credit for the front-end profits, but the real money never touches his hands.”

A flicker of a smile crossed Jungkook’s lips, though his eyes stayed cold. “Good. Keep him close, but choke the leash. If he thinks he can outplay me, I want to see it coming before he even moves.”

Hoseok’s mouth curved in that calm, knowing way. “I’ll watch him, boss. Closely.”

“Daily updates once we go live,” Jungkook ordered. “And if Lorenzo crosses the line...”

“He won’t get the chance,” Hoseok finished.

They rose together, a silent understanding passing between them. Jungkook’s authority was absolute...but it was Hoseok’s quiet vigilance that kept the empire standing.

“Nocturne Syndicate first,” Hoseok said firmly.

“Always,” Jungkook returned.

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Later that night

Long after Jungkook had retreated to his private chambers, the headquarters was a hollow echo of footsteps and low hums of machinery. Down in the surveillance room, it was darker still...lit only by the shifting glow of half a dozen monitors, each showing a different slice of the city.

Hoseok sat alone, hands moving with precision over the keyboard. He sifted through Lorenzo’s digital trail...emails scrubbed but not deleted, transfers masked but traceable. Every click unraveled another knot in the man’s web.

The patterns were inconsistent, like a puzzle with pieces that didn’t belong. Some contacts were harmless...politicians willing to look the other way, businessmen with appetites for risk. Others were dangerous...Moonfang Syndicate names, notorious for playing both sides until it suited them to kill one.

A knock came, soft against the steel door.

“Come in,” Hoseok murmured without turning.

The door opened and Yoongi stepped inside, two cups of tea in hand. “Hey, baby,” he said with a smirk, leaning down to press a quick kiss to Hoseok’s lips before setting the tea beside him. “Burning the midnight oil?”

“Always,” Hoseok replied with the ghost of a smile, eyes never fully leaving the screen.

Yoongi took the seat beside him, watching the scrolling data.

“Lorenzo’s contacts are slippery,” Hoseok said, voice low, “but I’m piecing it together. Politicians, enforcers, a few big names in the Moonfang Syndicate. If he’s cozying up to them, it’s not just business...it’s leverage.”

Yoongi frowned. “Moonfang’s been a thorn in Jungkook’s side for years. Now that Alistar's brother has taken over they will beome even more insufferable. If Lorenzo’s feeding them, that’s a war in the making.”

“Exactly,” Hoseok muttered, pulling up a second, heavily encrypted folder. “And there’s something else. A lot of cash moving off the books...not through the casino pipeline. These transfers are marked as ‘private acquisitions.’”

Yoongi arched a brow. “What kind of acquisitions?”

Hoseok hesitated, then exhaled slowly. “Underground adoptions. Or at least that’s what it looks like. Forged birth records, falsified medical histories. I’ve cracked a few files...most lead to offshore accounts and untraceable couriers. I don’t know who the children are going to, or why, but it’s not clean.”

Yoongi’s voice dropped, hard with anger. “That’s the lowest of low. And it’s dangerous to even be near.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok agreed, eyes locked on the screen. “If this connects to Moonfang or anyone else circling our territory, Lorenzo’s not just a liability...he’s a threat.”

Yoongi leaned back, tea in hand, eyes fixed on the monitors. “Jungkook was right to be suspicious. This isn’t business. It’s rot.”

Hoseok’s gaze sharpened. “I’ll have a full report for him by morning. And if this adoption ring is tied to anything against us…” His voice trailed into a dangerous calm. “Lorenzo won’t see the end of the week.”

Yoongi smirked faintly, but it was all teeth. “That’s why I love you.”

Hoseok allowed himself the barest smile, but his attention was already back on the data. “No one undermines the Nocturne Syndicate,” he said quietly. “Not while I’m watching.”

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The steam curled lazily into the air, the scent of lavender and chamomile mingling with the warmth of the water. Jimin leaned back against Jungkook’s broad chest, his damp hair clinging to his temples, cheeks flushed from the heat. At five months, the curve of his belly was undeniable...round, firm, and impossibly precious beneath Jungkook’s protective hands.

Jungkook sat behind him in the oversized porcelain tub, long legs and muscled thighs bracketing Jimin’s, palms moving in slow, steady circles over the taut skin of his stomach. Every so often, his thumbs drifted lower, kneading the ache from Jimin’s hips and thighs, coaxing a little sigh of relief from his omega.

“You’re carrying so perfectly,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of Jimin’s neck, his breath warm against damp skin. His deep voice seemed to vibrate through Jimin’s bones. “I swear you’re glowing more every day.”

Jimin smiled faintly, closing his eyes as Jungkook’s fingers traced over his skin like they were memorizing it. “That’s just you looking at me with those love-drunk eyes,” he teased softly.

But then...Jimin suddenly gasped. His whole body jolted, shoulders stiffening against Jungkook.

Jungkook immediately went rigid. “Jimin...what’s wrong? Baby, are you hurt? Tell me.” His voice was sharp with alarm, hands instantly cupping Jimin’s belly like he could shield both him and the baby from whatever had happened.

Jimin turned his head quickly, eyes wide but smiling now. “No, no...Kook, it’s okay! I just...” He laughed breathlessly. “I think I felt the baby move for the first time.”

Jungkook froze, all the tension in his body melting into stunned wonder. “You…what?”

“Here.” Jimin reached for one of Jungkook’s hands and guided it gently to the lower curve of his belly. They waited, Jungkook’s heartbeat pounding against Jimin’s back… and then there it was...a small, insistent thump beneath warm skin. Another, a little higher. Then a rolling sensation, like the baby was trying to turn somersaults.

Jungkook’s lips parted, and the corners of his mouth lifted into an incredulous grin. “That’s our pup,” he whispered, as though saying it too loud might scare the moment away.

Jimin’s eyes softened. “He’s strong…just like you.”

The next little kick made them both laugh, the sound echoing softly in the tiled room.

Jungkook’s hands stayed on him, possessive and steady, thumbs rubbing in slow circles. His chin rested on Jimin’s shoulder, mouth brushing the side of his throat as if he couldn’t help himself.

“You have no idea what it does to me,” Jungkook murmured against his skin, his voice low, almost reverent. “Knowing you’re here, carrying my pup...knowing every inch of you belongs to me.”

Jimin shivered, not from the water, but from the way Jungkook’s words wrapped around him. His alpha’s touch was no longer just soothing...it was claiming. One hand slid up to cup the small swell of Jimin’s chest, fingers splayed over his nipple, while the other continued to cradle the curve of his stomach.

“You and our pup,” Jungkook whispered, pressing a slow kiss to the mating mark at Jimin’s neck, “are mine to protect. Mine to keep safe. Always.”

Jimin’s head tilted instinctively, baring his throat in silent submission, his breath catching when Jungkook’s teeth grazed his mark. The baby kicked again, as if sensing the shift in the air between them, and Jungkook let out a soft laugh against his skin.

“Even our pup knows when his alpha’s here,” he teased, but his touch stayed firm, grounding, utterly sure. “He knows I’m never letting you go.”

Jungkook’s mouth lingered against the damp skin of Jimin’s throat, his lips dragging slowly down to the curve of his shoulder. His hands...so big, so certain...moved from Jimin’s belly back upward, sliding over the gentle rise of his chest again. Since Jimin's breasts had filled with milk, Jungkook hadn't left them untouched.

Jimin gasped softly when Jungkook cupped him, thumbs brushing over the small, pert nipples that were slowly dripping milk for their pup. They were delicate in size...just enough to fill Jungkook’s palms...but the heat beneath his fingers told a different story.

“You’re full,” Jungkook murmured, voice thick with hunger and awe. He could feel the faint, heavy swell beneath his touch, the soft give that spoke of milk waiting for their pup. “You’re already ready to feed him.”

Jimin’s breath hitched, his back arching into Jungkook’s chest. “Kook…” His voice trembled, not entirely from embarrassment...there was a deeper, instinctive pull in the way his alpha’s hands claimed him.

Jungkook’s thumbs circled over his nipples, feeling how they pebbled instantly under the slow friction. “So small,” he said in a low growl, “but all his. All mine. You’re perfect.”

One hand stayed on Jimin’s breast, kneading gently, while the other slid back down to cradle his stomach protectively. He leaned forward, mouth brushing over the shell of Jimin’s ear. “I want to taste you,” he whispered, and the heat in those words nearly made Jimin melt into the water.

Jimin turned his head just enough to catch the edge of Jungkook’s jaw with his lips. “Then taste me,” he breathed.

That was all it took. Jungkook’s mouth closed around the side of Jimin’s neck again, but his hands were already guiding him to turn around in the tub, water sloshing gently as Jungkook shifted to pull Jimin fully into his lap. His palms roamed greedily, mapping the curve of belly, the swell of breast, the heat between his thighs.

The baby kicked again, and Jungkook’s chest rumbled in a low chuckle against Jimin’s chest. “Even he’s telling me to take care of you,” Jungkook murmured, before dragging his mouth down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to Jimin’s shoulder, inching closer to his chest.

Jimin’s breath stuttered when Jungkook finally bent his head, lips closing over one of his small nipples. The first suck made Jimin’s thighs tremble against the slick porcelain, a sharp whimper escaping him as warmth bloomed from his chest straight down to his core.

Jungkook groaned against him, the sound deep and guttural, as a faint taste of milk touched his tongue. It sent something hot and dangerous surging through him, his alpha instincts roaring to the surface. His hands gripped Jimin’s hips hard, anchoring him in place while he suckled slowly, greedily, like he could drink every drop meant for their pup.

“Kook...ah...” Jimin gasped, curling his fingers in Jungkook’s wet hair. His back arched, water lapping over the rim of the tub as his body surrendered to the pull of his alpha’s mouth.

Jungkook’s hand slid down, finding the tight ring of Jimin’s slick entrance under the water. “Already dripping for me,” he rasped, thumb circling the small rim while his teeth grazed the sensitive peak of Jimin’s breast. “Your body knows who it belongs to.”

“Kook, please…” Jimin’s voice was shaking now, need tangled with the deep, aching fullness in his chest and womb.

That was all Jungkook needed. He shifted, pulling Jimin forward just enough to position himself beneath him. The heavy length of his cock pressed against Jimin’s hole, the tip nudging insistently, smearing slick before pushing inside.

“Sit on me,” Jungkook ordered, voice rough but thick with affection. “Take me all the way in.”

Jimin sank down with a breathless cry, the stretch making him cling to Jungkook’s thighs under the water. His alpha’s hands were there instantly, guiding him until he was fully seated, cock buried deep in the clutching heat of his omega.

Jungkook’s head fell back with a low, feral groan. “Fuck...so tight around me. My perfect little omega, carrying my pup, milking for him and still taking my cock like this…” His hips jerked upward, water splashing over the edge of the tub.

The pace was slow at first, their bodies rocking in the water, but soon Jungkook’s control began to fray. He gripped Jimin’s breasts, thumbs teasing the milk-swollen peaks while his hips thrust harder, deeper, his breath hot against the curve of Jimin’s neck.

“I’m gonna knot you,” he warned, voice shaking with the strain of holding back. “Gonna keep my seed in you...make sure you stay full.”

“Yes...yes, Kook,” Jimin moaned, head falling back against his alpha’s shoulder.

The knot swelled quickly, locking them together with a sharp stretch that made Jimin cry out. Jungkook’s hands clamped around his waist, holding him flush to his lap as he spilled deep inside, the heat of it filling Jimin until he swore he could feel it in every part of him.

Water sloshed around them, their breathing ragged, the knot pulsing between them. Jungkook’s arms wrapped tight around Jimin’s middle, his mouth finding the tender skin of his neck to press slow, claiming kisses.

“Mine,” Jungkook murmured, chest rumbling with satisfaction. “You, the pup, every drop of milk… all mine.”

Jimin slumped forward against Jungkook’s chest, every muscle loose and trembling. The knot between them kept him seated snugly on his alpha’s lap, the warmth of Jungkook’s release locked deep inside.

The bathwater had cooled slightly, but Jungkook’s body was a furnace against his chest. Strong arms held him firmly, one palm resting protectively over the gentle swell of his stomach. His other hand cupped Jimin’s chest, thumb brushing idly over a peaked nipple, coaxing another small bead of milk.

Jimin shivered at the sensation, cheeks flushing. “Kook… you’re not gonna drink it all, are you?” he murmured, voice still breathless.

Jungkook’s lips curved against his skin. “It’s for the pup,” he said, tone low and indulgent, “but I’ll take whatever you give me. I feed you, you feed him… we take care of each other.”

The words sank deep, leaving Jimin warm in a way that had nothing to do with heat or slick. He closed his eyes, letting himself sink fully into the cocoon of Jungkook’s embrace.

Jungkook shifted slightly, careful not to jostle the knot, and reached for the washcloth. He began to run it gently over Jimin’s skin, wiping away the sweat and water from his chest, arms, and thighs. The slow, methodical motions soothed the omega until his breathing steadied.

“You’re beautiful like this,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s damp hair. “Full, soft, mine… carrying my pup and still greedy for my cock.”

Jimin gave a quiet, embarrassed laugh and buried his face in Jungkook’s neck. “Well, I seem to remember you saying that it is my cock now.”

“It is,” Jungkook smirked, thumb stroking the soft curve of Jimin’s hip. “All ten, hard inches of it.”

Jimin shivered remembering the feeling of those ten inches pounding away inside of him. Jimin's voice was low and thick with need as he whispered against Jungkook’s skin, “Ten inches of you are buried deep inside me right now...and locked in...and I’m still aching for more.”

Jungkook’s warm breath ghosted over Jimin’s lips as he whispered huskily, “You want alpha to give you some more of your cock, baby?”

A soft, needy whimper slipped from Jimin’s throat. “Yes…”

With a low growl, Jungkook slid his hands down Jimin’s back, gripping his ass cheeks hard and spreading them wide. He lifted Jimin slightly, grinding him up and down on his knot with slow, powerful strokes.

The tension coiled tight again between them, and Jungkook pumped deep, filling Jimin fully once more. Jimin’s breath hitched, then broke into a shuddering cry as he came hard, spilling over Jungkook’s abs.

Their bodies trembled together in the afterglow, locked tightly as ever, the heat of their shared release still pulsing strong.

They stayed like that until the knot finally began to soften. Carefully, Jungkook helped Jimin rise from the warm water, wrapping him in a thick, plush towel before lifting him into his arms as if he weighed nothing at all.

Back in their nest, Jungkook settled them gently onto the soft sheets. He reached for the soothing moisturizer they always kept nearby...a nightly ritual for Jimin to help prevent stretch marks. His large hands glided over Jimin’s rounded belly, kneading softly, then traced slow, deliberate circles across his swollen breasts, now full and tender. His fingers moved down to cup Jimin’s hips, massaging the skin with gentle pressure and care.

The cool cream contrasted with the warmth of their bodies, and Jimin sighed contentedly, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Sleep,” Jungkook murmured, thumb tracing lazy circles across Jimin’s stomach. “Tomorrow, I’ll deal with the rest of the world. Tonight, it’s just us.”

Jimin hummed softly in agreement, already halfway to sleep. Safe, warm, and full, he let himself drift off to the steady rhythm of his alpha’s heartbeat pressed close behind him.

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Jimin stirred first, the quiet warmth of morning sunlight filtering softly through the heavy curtains of their nest. His breath was slow and steady, the gentle rise and fall of his chest echoing the peacefulness Jungkook had brought to his nights. When his eyes fluttered open, he found Jungkook already awake, lying close beside him, their faces barely inches apart.

The alpha’s dark hair was tousled in an effortless way, his sharp eyes softened by the haze of early wakefulness. His hand rested protectively on Jimin’s rounded belly, fingers tracing slow, soothing circles along the curve. It was a silent, tender gesture...a greeting to the life growing inside.

“Good morning,” Jimin murmured, his voice still thick with sleep and something deeper...affection, contentment.

Jungkook’s lips lifted into a small, affectionate smile. “Morning, my love.”

Jimin moved his hand to cover Jungkook’s, pressing it firmly to his belly as if to anchor himself. “You held me all night.”

“I always do,” Jungkook said softly, voice steady and unwavering. “You and our pup aren’t going anywhere without me.”

The weight of those words settled warmly in Jimin’s chest, making it ache with a blend of love and awe. For a few lingering moments, they simply held each other’s gaze, the rest of the world fading away until only the quiet of their sanctuary remained.

Slowly, Jungkook leaned in, brushing his lips against Jimin’s in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and full of promise. When he pulled back, his voice was low but certain. “Let’s get you dressed. Hoseok’s supposed to check in this morning.”

Jimin nodded, a soft smile still playing at his lips as he swung his legs off the bed and carefully rose to his feet. He moved slowly, mindful of the gentle curve of his belly, and padded quietly across the room toward the dressing area. The soft carpet muffled his steps as he reached the open wardrobe, fingers trailing over the hanging clothes until he found the pastel purple, flowing maternity sundress he’d picked out yesterday evening.

He pulled the dress free and held it up, the pastel fabric catching the warm light filtering through the window. Sliding behind the screen for privacy, Jimin slipped out of his nightwear and into plain white cotton maternity panties, grumbling under his breath. He missed his cute lacy ones terribly.

“These maternity panties are like wearing a spinnaker,” he muttered, tugging at the sides. “I swear, they make me feel about as sexy as a tent.”

With a sad sigh, he put on the sundress, the soft material stretching comfortably over his growing stomach. After adjusting the straps and smoothing the fabric down, he stepped out of the dressing room with a mock-glamorous pose. One hand on his hip and the other cheekily tugging the hem of his maternity dress up to show Jungkook his panties.

"So what do you think? Sexy, right?" Jimin laughed, wiggling an eyebrow teasingly.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Sexy or not, those panties better hold up...because I plan on putting them to very good use tonight.”

Jimin rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a small laugh. “You’re impossible.”

“Only for you, baby.” Jungkook’s grin deepened as he pulled Jimin into a quick, possessive hug and a warm, lingering kiss.

Then Jungkook then moved to the dresser, his dark eyes already turned back sharp and focused. He buttoned the cuffs of his crisp black shirt with deliberate care, the faintest crease of worry flickering behind his calm gaze. Though the room felt quiet and safe, the weight of everything beyond their nest hung just beneath the surface.

A soft knock came at the door. Jungkook straightened, his hand brushing reassuringly over Jimin’s shoulder as he called out, “Come in.”

Hoseok entered, his usual composed demeanor carrying an undercurrent of urgency. He held a thin folder under one arm, eyes flicking briefly to Jimin before settling on Jungkook with a look of respect and cautious seriousness.

“Morning, Boss,” Hoseok greeted smoothly, his voice steady, “I’ve finished digging into Lorenzo’s casino operations, like you asked,” Hoseok began, setting a neatly organized folder on the desk. His voice was calm, but the weight behind it was unmistakable.

Jungkook’s dark eyes locked onto Hoseok, waiting, a low rumble filling the room. "Let's hear it." 

“On the surface, the casino’s clean. The profits match the books, licensing appears legitimate, and security runs tight.”

Jungkook’s lips pressed into a thin line. “But that’s only the surface.”

“Exactly.” Hoseok opened the folder, revealing financial documents, surveillance photos, and a USB drive. “There’s a second ledger...hidden offshore accounts. Lorenzo’s been skimming significant amounts, at least two million over the past year, maybe more. He’s moving money through shell companies under various names.”

Jungkook’s gaze sharpened. “Preparing for something.”

“Could be an exit strategy or expansion without telling you. Either way, it’s a betrayal.”

Jungkook flexed his jaw, eyes narrowing. “And the people involved?”

Hoseok flipped to another page. “Mostly family and trusted lieutenants. But one name stood out...a connection to the Moonfang Syndicate, specifically the brother of Alistar...Alexei who’s taken over his late brother’s operations. His brother’s been quietly building power, and there’s evidence Lorenzo might be coordinating with him.”

Jungkook’s expression hardened, voice low and dangerous. “Alexei Petrov..That changes everything.”

Hoseok nodded solemnly. “It does. But that’s not all. I uncovered something worse buried beneath the casino’s surface. Lorenzo’s been funneling money and resources into a secret underground adoption ring.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed further. “Adoption ring?”

Hoseok slid over some surveillance photos and encrypted documents. “Yes. It’s a twisted operation...stealing pups, falsifying records, selling them into illegal trafficking disguised as adoptions. Some of these ‘private acquisitions’ move off the books entirely, under heavy encryption.”

Jungkook’s voice was a low growl. “That’s a whole other level of filth.”

Hoseok’s gaze hardened. “And there are signs Lorenzo is pressured by Alexei to ramp up this operation. It’s likely a power play to destabilize us, spreading their influence and tightening control over the city’s vulnerable.”

Jungkook’s hand clenched into a fist on the desk. “Keep this quiet. We can’t let Lorenzo or Alexei suspect we know. Prepare a full report and surveillance details...I want to know everything.”

Hoseok nodded firmly. “I’m already drafting it. We’ll tighten security around our own vulnerable members and prepare to cut this snake off at the head.”

Jungkook’s sharp gaze briefly shifted toward the window where Jimin sat quietly, rubbing his belly, unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface. He rose from his chair and crossed the room, slipping his hand gently onto Jimin’s shoulder. The warmth of his touch grounded him, a silent reassurance amidst the tension.

Turning back to Hoseok, Jungkook’s voice was steady but resolute. “This changes everything. Lorenzo’s crossing a line...one I won’t let slide. If Lorenzo’s working with Alistar’s brother, and running this deplorable ring...then it’s war. And we’ll end it before it ever reaches us.”

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The pale morning light cast gentle shadows across the bed as Namjoon shifted Jin onto his back, eyes dark with desire. He leaned down, capturing Jin’s lips in a heated, possessive kiss, teeth grazing before their tongues danced.

Jin’s hands gripped Namjoon’s broad shoulders, breath hitching as the heat between them thickened. Namjoon’s hand slid down to Jin’s slick, aching hole, fingers teasing the tight, eager entrance swollen with anticipation.

“Ready for me, omega?” Namjoon murmured, voice low and rough.

Jin’s breath hitched, lips parting in a desperate moan. “Yes, alpha... please…”

Namjoon pressed his length to Jin’s hole, slow and deliberate, giving Jin time to adjust before pushing inside. A deep groan rumbled from Namjoon’s chest as he filled Jin completely, knot swelling as it began to settle.

Namjoon started slow, steady thrusts, each movement driving deeper, harder. Jin’s soft moans grew louder, body arching, nails digging into Namjoon’s back.

“Fuck, Namjoon...harder,” Jin gasped, voice trembling with need and pleasure.

Namjoon’s hands gripped Jin’s hips possessively, pounding into him with growing intensity. The knot throbbed deep inside, locking them together as their breaths grew ragged.

“I’m close,” Namjoon growled, voice thick with heat.

“Let go for me, alpha. Fill me,” Jin pleaded, hips lifting to meet every thrust.

With a final, powerful surge, Namjoon’s knot swelled fully, sealing him inside Jin’s tight hole. Jin cried out, head thrown back as waves of pleasure crashed through him.

Namjoon held him close, groaning softly as they rode out the tremors together, bodies intertwined and hearts pounding in perfect sync.

Namjoon held Jin close, his breath still heavy as their heartbeats slowly settled. His fingers traced lazy patterns along Jin’s spine, voice low and teasing.

“You know,” Namjoon murmured, “I’m going to pup you again soon.”

Jin let out a soft laugh, the tension easing from his body. “Let’s see if this new assistant works out first before adding more work on me.”

Namjoon’s brow furrowed slightly, his tone shifting as he asked, “How’s the assistant doing?”

Jin sighed, shifting to look Namjoon in the eyes. “He’s…okay, I guess. He’s on time every day, and he does the work I ask him to do, but…”

“But?” Namjoon prompted, waiting.

Jin’s gaze darkened, a flicker of discomfort crossing his features. “He wears a scent patch, and I can’t smell what he’s thinking or feeling. I can’t read his emotions, and it unsettles me.”

Namjoon tightened his hold around Jin, voice low and teasing but edged with concern. “Do you think he’s up to something no good? Or maybe he’s done something wrong?”

Jin shook his head slowly, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “No, nothing like that. But… I’ve caught him staring a little too much at Jungkook, if you know what I mean.”

Namjoon chuckled softly, a knowing glint in his eyes. “He’s probably got a bit of a crush. Jungkook is a good-looking guy. Omegas used to fall at that guy’s feet."

Jin gave a slow, thoughtful hum. “Mmm… you’re probably right.”

Namjoon smirked and leaned down, capturing Jin’s lips in a possessive kiss just as his knot popped loose inside him.

“Of course I am… I’m always right,” Namjoon said with a satisfied grin.

Jin laughed, playfully smacking Namjoon’s ass.

The sharp slap echoed through the room and immediately, their little pup Min-gi stirred awake, fussing softly from his crib nearby.

Namjoon sighed, smirking down at Jin.

“Guess our morning’s officially started.”

Namjoon eased off Jin, grinning as he sat up and reached over to gently pick up their squirming pup from the crib. Min-gi’s big eyes blinked sleepily, and he let out a soft whimper, curling into Namjoon’s chest.

“Good morning, my little wolf,” Namjoon murmured, bouncing him lightly to soothe the fuss. Jin watched with a fond smile, running a hand through Min-gi’s soft hair.

Jin stretched beside them, smiling softly as he ran a hand over Min-gi’s soft hair. After a quick breakfast, they brought Min-gi down the hall to the mansion’s dedicated daycare room...an airy, bright space filled with toys, soft blankets, and staffed by Sooyoung, their trusted omega babysitter.

Sooyoung greeted Min-gi with a warm smile, gently taking him into her arms. “Ready for a fun day, Min-gi?”

Min-gi giggled, reaching up to pat her cheek, and she hummed softly, settling him comfortably.

Namjoon and Jin exchanged a glance full of quiet gratitude. Knowing their pup was close by, safe, and cared for while they worked just a few rooms away put their minds at ease.

Jin leaned into Namjoon, voice quiet but steady. “Thanks for always being here. It means everything.”

Namjoon pressed a kiss to Jin’s temple. “I got you, sweetheart.”

They lingered a moment longer, hands entwined, the gentle sounds of Min-gi’s coos and Sooyoung’s soft humming drifting behind them as they stepped away.

At the hallway’s fork, they paused, faces soft but focused.

Namjoon nodded once, voice firm. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Jin smiled, tightening his grip on Namjoon’s hand. “Good luck today. Please stay safe.”

With a final squeeze, they parted...Namjoon heading toward the private study where his tasks awaited, and Jin moving down the hall to the clinic, where patients and healing called him.

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Jin pushed open the glass door of the clinic, the sterile scent of antiseptic and medicinal herbs greeting him like an old, familiar rhythm. The quiet hum of the building was punctuated only by the faint rustling coming from the medication room down the hall.

Curious and cautious, Jin’s steps softened as he approached. He peered inside just in time to catch Heeseung hastily rifling through the shelves, his fingers trembling slightly as he scanned bottles and boxes.

The sudden presence of Jin made Heeseung start and almost drop a bottle. “Jin! You’re… early,” he stammered, eyes darting up with an awkward smile that didn’t reach them.

Jin’s gaze sharpened, folding his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. “What exactly are you looking for?” His tone was calm but held an unmistakable edge of suspicion.

Heeseung swallowed, forcing a laugh that came out tight. “I was just making sure we have enough of Jimin’s prenatal vitamins in stock.”

Jin’s eyes didn’t leave Heeseung’s face. Slowly, he reached past Heeseung, plucking a full bottle of the exact prenatal vitamins from the shelf and holding it up between them.

“I always order Jimin’s prenatals in bulk,” Jin said flatly, voice steady but firm.

Heeseung’s smile faltered. “Right, yeah… I totally forgot you mentioning that. Sorry, my mistake.”

Jin didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he gave Heeseung a slow, appraising look, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire. Finally, Jin’s voice cut through the tension.

“Come on out and help me organize the medical files. We've got a busy day ahead of us.”

Heeseung exhaled, shoulders relaxing just a fraction, and nodded in agreement.

What Jin didn’t see, though, was Heeseung slipping the bottle of Pitocin he’d found on the medication shelf into his scrub pocket.

Together, they stepped out of the medication room, the quiet buzz of the clinic resuming around them as they moved toward the file cabinets.

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Heeseung moved swiftly and silently down the clinic’s quiet corridor, the faint hum of activity fading behind him. His breath was steady, but his heart thrummed with the tension of secrecy. He glanced over his shoulder once, then again...no one was watching.

Reaching the bathroom, he slipped inside and locked the door with a soft, deliberate click. The sterile fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a cold, harsh glow over the small, sterile space.

From his scrub pocket, he produced the small bottle of Pitocin, holding it up to the light. The clear liquid inside caught the harsh glare, shimmering like a sinister promise. His gaze was sharp, calculating.

Heeseung’s fingers tightened around the bottle as a chill crept up his spine. Injecting Jimin directly was out of the question. Too dangerous, too close, too many eyes and too much risk of exposure. He would need to be patient. Cunning. Subtle.

His mind raced through possibilities, weighing each carefully. The only way would be to mix the Pitocin into Jimin’s food...something untraceable, something routine enough not to raise alarms. But timing was everything.

Jimin’s baby was still fragile, still developing. Heeseung’s eyes narrowed. He couldn’t act now without risking catastrophe. The baby needed to be at least eight months along in gestation...strong enough to survive the intervention and to be safely transferred to Lorenzo.

He set the bottle down on the edge of the sink, his reflection flickering in the mirror...a face calm on the surface, but with a storm of cold resolve behind his eyes.

“One more month,” he whispered, voice low, almost reverent. “Then... the real work begins.”

Heeseung’s lips curled into a slow, sinister smile, the weight of his plan settling around him like a shadow.

He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and unlocked the door, stepping back into the clinic with practiced ease...nothing to see here, nothing to suspect.

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The bedroom was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the slow rhythm of Jungkook’s breathing beside him. Jimin lay awake, staring at the ceiling, the craving clawing at him again...creamy, velvety strawberry cheesecake.

It had been over a month now. The obsession was ridiculous, and even the kitchen staff knew to keep at least one cake in the fridge at all times. Jin had grumbled about it just yesterday, muttering about “overgrown babies” and “complicated deliveries,” but Jimin didn’t care. Right now, the thought of sinking his fork into that soft, rich slice made his mouth water. He swore he could taste the sweet-tart strawberries already.

He rolled over, nudging Jungkook’s broad shoulder. “Jungkookie…wake up,” he whispered.

The alpha stirred instantly, blinking into the dim light. “What’s wrong?” His voice was gravelly from sleep, thick and warm.

Jimin bit his lip, almost sheepish but still desperate. “Alpha…I want strawberry cheesecake.”

Jungkook’s brows rose. “Baby…again?”

Jimin pouted, the kind of soft, irresistible expression that always broke Jungkook’s resolve. He rubbed his rounded belly with slow circles, eyes wide and pleading. Then, in a whisper like a secret between them, he murmured, “Pup wants it…”

A low, amused growl rumbled in Jungkook’s chest. He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to Jimin’s belly before brushing his lips over Jimin’s. “Okay,” he murmured against his mouth, “Alpha will get you a slice.”

Jungkook swung out of bed, bare skin catching the silver of moonlight through the curtains. He tugged on a pair of loose sleep pants, not bothering with a shirt, and padded silently down the hall. In the kitchen, he opened the fridge, found the cheesecake, and cut a generous wedge...probably too generous, but Jimin’s cravings had been intense lately.

When he returned, Jimin’s eyes lit up like a child’s at a festival. He clapped his hands, a delighted squeal spilling out. “Gimme!” he chirped, making little grasping motions with both hands.

Jungkook couldn’t help laughing, handing over the plate. “Here… but this needs to be your last slice for a while, or our pup is going to come out looking like he's ready for kindergarten.”

Jimin narrowed his eyes playfully and stuck his tongue out at him before taking the fork.

Jungkook climbed back into bed, propping himself up to watch as Jimin took his first bite. The omega’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping him as if the dessert had just fulfilled his greatest wish. “Mmm…oh my god…”

Jungkook leaned back against the headboard, watching with the kind of fondness he’d never admit out loud to anyone else. He let his arm rest behind Jimin, idly rubbing his mate’s shoulder while the omega polished off the slice like it was the most important mission of his life.

When the plate was clean, Jimin set it aside and crawled closer, curling against Jungkook’s side. “Thank you, alpha,” he murmured sleepily, his voice softened and syrupy.

Jungkook pressed a kiss into his hair. “Anything for you, baby. Anything.”

And for the first time that night, Jimin’s craving was satisfied...not just for cheesecake, but for the warmth and certainty of being cared for by the one alpha who would never deny him anything.

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Jimin sat on the padded exam bed, hands resting over his belly as Jin adjusted the fetal monitor straps around his bump. Jungkook lounged in the chair beside him, one ankle crossed over his knee, clearly in his “I’m not worried, I’m just here to make sure my mate is comfortable” posture.

“Jimin,” Jin started, brows knitting as he studied the chart in his hand, “you’re seven months pregnant, and you’ve gained five pounds over what you’re supposed to. The pup is already measuring at 4.5 pounds. Do you want to squeeze a toddler from your hole or a normal-sized newborn?”

Jimin’s mouth dropped open in mock offense. “Hyung!” he whined, pouting, as his cheeks flushed pink.

From the chair, Jungkook chuckled, the sound low and warm.

Jin’s head snapped toward him so fast it was a miracle he didn’t get whiplash. “Don’t laugh. You’re the reason this omega is on track to give birth to a linebacker.”

Jungkook smirked. “I’m the reason?” He leaned forward, resting one big hand on Jimin’s thigh. “What kind of alpha would I be if I told my pregnant mate ‘no’ when he wants something?”

“The kind that prevents him from having to use an industrial crane to hoist the pup out,” Jin deadpanned.

Jimin huffed. “It’s just cheesecake, not an entire buffet.”

Jin slapped the chart against his palm. “Every week, Jimin. Every. Single. Week. You treat cheesecake like it’s a vitamin.”

Jungkook grinned over at Jimin. “Maybe it is his vitamin.”

“That’s it,” Jin said, pointing the pen at Jungkook like a dagger. “You two are cut off. One slice every two weeks, and smaller portions.”

Jimin gasped like Jin had just suggested taking away oxygen. “You can’t ration happiness like that!”

“I can when happiness equals ten pounds of cream cheese in your bloodstream.”

Behind them, Heeseung moved quietly, folding clean towels and setting out a fresh tray of sterile tools for Jin. He kept his head down, but his ears were tuned to every word. Cheesecake… every week… cravings that the alpha always gives in to. The pieces of his plan slid neatly into place.

Jin continued his lecture, tapping the chart for emphasis. “From now on, one slice every two weeks. And smaller portions, Jimin. This pup doesn’t need to hit six pounds before you even go into labor.”

Jungkook’s lips pressed together, clearly resisting the urge to argue. “Fine,” he said eventually, though the possessive glint in his eyes promised Jimin would still get whatever he wanted...just maybe not in front of Jin.

Heeseung quietly stored the information away like a thief pocketing gold. If the omega’s sweet tooth was this predictable, slipping the Pitocin into a dessert would be easier than he’d imagined. All he had to do was wait until the eighth month.

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Heeseung left the clinic with an easy smile, the kind that didn’t show a single crack in its surface. His steps were slow, measured, as though the only thing on his mind was getting home for supper. But in his head, he was already arranging puzzle pieces, slotting them into place until the picture was clear.

The scent of roasting meats and fresh herbs wafted toward him long before he stepped through the kitchen door. The mansion’s kitchen was alive with movement...pots clanging, ovens humming, the air heavy with the warm perfume of bread just pulled from the oven.

The head cook, a sturdy omega with laugh lines and flour clinging to her forearms, stood at the center island, piping pale swirls of frosting onto a three-tiered cake.

“Afternoon, noona,” Heeseung greeted warmly, leaning against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world. His tone was light, easy. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

She glanced up, curious but smiling. “Hm? What is it?”

“Those cheesecakes you get for Jimin-ssi… the ones that vanish before anyone else gets a slice?” He chuckled, his voice dripping with harmless charm. “They look incredible. I swear every time I pass through, I think about stealing one off his plate. Where do you get them? Or is it some guarded family recipe?”

The cook’s expression softened into pride. “Ah, no, I can’t take the credit for those. They’re from Sugar Moon Bakery in town. Best cheesecakes you’ll ever taste. They send them fresh every Friday morning. Jimin likes the strawberry ones the most.”

“Sugar Moon Bakery,” Heeseung repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue like he was committing it to memory for innocent reasons. His grin widened. “Sounds dangerous. I’ll have to try one before I get as hooked as he is.”

She chuckled and returned to her piping. “Tell them Min-seo sent you. They’ll treat you right.”

Heeseung nodded, stepping away with a casual wave. “Thanks, noona. You’re a lifesaver.”

The moment he was out of her line of sight, the warmth drained from his face like someone had thrown a switch. By the time he reached the quiet side corridor leading to the staff exit, there was no trace of the friendly helper...just cold precision.

Sugar Moon Bakery. Fresh every Friday. Strawberry cheesecake.

He could almost see the cheesecake now...its smooth surface, the glossy red ribbon of fruit puree. All he’d need was a few seconds alone with it before it reached Jimin’s hands.

Sliding into his car, he shut the door and rested his palms on the steering wheel, the faint glassy clink of the Pitocin vial in his pocket reminding him it was still there.

One more month and Jimin would be eight months pregnant. That was all he had to wait until it was safe for the baby to be taken to Lorenzo. And when that time came, the cheesecake would be ready… and so would he.

This part of the plan was no longer just forming..it was almost complete.

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Night had fallen over the city, the streets slick with rain and dimly lit by flickering street lamps. Heeseung moved quietly through a back alley, glancing around nervously. Every shadow felt like it could be watching him. If Lorenzo knew he was adding onto his plan, there would be no forgiveness.

He approached a small figure leaning against a brick wall. The dealer’s eyes glinted in the darkness, and without a word, Heeseung exchanged a wad of cash for a small, unmarked vial. Lythex-9, the heat and rut inducer, now safely in his hand.

The dealer leaned in, voice low. “It only lasts a few hours. Make your fun while you can. Mix it with food or water...effects kick in within ten minutes.”

Heeseung nodded, his mind already racing. He tucked the vial safely into his coat and walked back to his car, glancing over his shoulder. Alone, he allowed himself a moment to imagine his plan. Trap Jungkook. Get them both alone. Induce heat and rut.

A shiver ran through him as he thought of the alpha, so fierce and unyielding, losing control under the same influence. His pulse quickened...not just from the plot, but from the fantasy itself: the intensity, the fire, the need radiating between them.

By the time he reached his car, Heeseung’s thoughts were consumed with Jungkook. The idea of them entwined, both giving in to the heat and rut, consumed his mind. He could feel the slick warmth of his own excitement pooling, imagining every growl and desperate thrust.

Unable to resist indulging himself, he made a detour to a local club. There, he approached an alpha who seemed willing and curious, exchanging flirtatious smiles and consented touches. They left together, the tension and excitement of the night feeding Heeseung’s fantasy without crossing any boundaries.

Back at his apartment, Heeseung gave in completely, letting his body respond to the pull of desire with his partner. The pheromones in the room was thick, every movement deliberate, drawn out, feeding that aching hunger coiled deep inside him. But no matter whose hands were on him, no matter whose breath shivered across his skin, his mind was elsewhere.

Every heartbeat summoned Jungkook’s image...broad shoulders, commanding presence, that sharp gaze that cut straight through a person. He saw him in every hard thrust, felt him in every knot, every rush of pleasure, until it blurred the lines between fantasy and reality.

When it was over, Heeseung lay still, chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. The air clung heavy around him, but beneath the haze of satisfaction thrummed a sharper pulse...anticipation. His thoughts sharpened, his resolve hardened.

The fantasy wasn’t enough. The plan was in motion. The obsession had teeth now.

It was go time.

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A month later, the mansion was quieter than usual as Jungkook and Jimin returned from the monthly pup checkup. Jimin was now 8 months along and the pup was measuring in at exactly 6lb pounds...thanks to Jimin's insatiable craving for strawberry cheesecake.

Jin wasn't happy about the weight gain because of possible complications during Jimin's birthing process...but overall, the pup was healthy, so everyone was pleased. Jimin walked slightly ahead, chatting softly about the appointment, while Jungkook’s arm rested protectively around his shoulders.

Heeseung appeared in the hall, stepping casually from the shadows, a sly smile masking the storm of plans in his mind.

“Mr.Jeon,” he called, his tone light, almost innocent.

Jungkook’s head snapped toward him, eyes narrowing instantly. His protective instincts flared like a flare in the dark. “Go on up, baby,” he said firmly, nuzzling the omega’s hair before giving him a gentle shove toward their room. “I’ll meet you in a minute.”

Jimin hesitated, glancing at Heeseung, sensing something, but trusted Jungkook’s judgment. “Be careful,” he murmured as he left.

Once the door closed behind Jimin, Jungkook turned back to face Heeseung, who stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I overheard something… urgent yesterday while leaving for home. Intel from someone inside your own circle. I think you have a rat.”

Jungkook’s eyes sharpened, distrust and curiosity warring on his face. “And you want me to believe this…why?”

Heeseung shrugged, innocently casual. “Because it involves Jimin's safety. I thought you should know so you can protect him...can we speak in your office, alone?”

Jungkook studied him for a long moment, reading the slightest twitch in his posture, the measured confidence in his tone. Something about the way Heeseung carried himself made Jungkook uneasy, but his alpha instincts that screams protect our mate won out. 

“Fine. Office,” Jungkook said, voice low and commanding. He gestured for Heeseung to follow.

The office was dim, the city lights outside casting long rectangles of gold across the polished wood floor. Heeseung followed Jungkook inside, closing the door softly behind them. His pulse thudded in his chest, but his face was carefully neutral, almost casual.

On the desk, a bottle of whiskey caught the lamp light. Heeseung’s eyes flicked toward them. “Mind if I pour us both a drink? We’re going to need it,” he said smoothly, letting his tone sound like friendly concern.

Jungkook’s gaze met his for a long moment, sharp and assessing, but he didn’t object. Heeseung uncapped the bottle and poured two generous glasses, setting one in front of Jungkook while holding the other in his hand.

Jungkook ignored it, stood up and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, his stance rigid. “I don't play about my mates safety. Speak,” he said over his shoulder, voice calm but laced with tension.

With Jungkook’s back turned, Heeseung’s fingers worked quickly. He reached into his scrub pocket, grabbed the capsule and opened it up...he poured the rut inducer into Jungkook’s glass, the powder dissolving instantly, leaving no trace... tasteless and scentless... completely undectable by wolf senses. The motion was smooth, practiced. He lifted his own glass to his lips and took a careful sip, pretending to contemplate the view. Once Jungkooks rut started he would pour the heat inducer into his.

Jungkook turned back around, walked back to the table and picked up his drink...leaning against the desk, his eyes locked on Heeseung, he took a sip.

The alpha’s posture was commanding, taut, and Heeseung’s chest tightened. He began weaving a story about Lorenzo’s movements, sprinkling in invented details to make it sound urgent and plausible. Every word was calculated, each pause timed to maintain Jungkook’s focus elsewhere.

After finishing his fabricated tale, Heeseung could see the drug was taking effect. The alpha was pacing, tugging at the collar around his neck, and sweating profusely.

The alpha suddenly bent over and groaned, clutching his stomach as it clenched sharply, a spasm that made every muscle twitch involuntarily. Heat coursed through him, sweat beading along his temple, his chest rising and falling in ragged pants. His body stiffened, every nerve ending singing with desire, primal and insistent. Thoughts collapsed into a singular, blinding focus: Jimin. He needs Jimin now. His pheromones spilled thickly into the air, saturating the office with the scent of an alpha in full rut.

Heeseung froze for a heartbeat, then a shiver ran down his spine. His own body betrayed him, he clenched his legs together to keep the slick from dripping out as his hole throbbed with need. A low, involuntary whimper escaped him. The alpha’s scent was intoxicating, stirring the heat that he had been carefully holding back.

Heeseung pressed a hand to his chest, willing himself to remain in control. He wouldn’t remove his scent patch...not yet. Not until his own heat began. He needed to entice the alpha fully with his slick and pheromones, to make the moment perfect when it came. Every inhalation drew in Jungkook’s raw, magnetic pheromones, and every exhale left Heeseung trembling with anticipation, caught between desire and the careful calculation of his plan. Soon he'd be carrying this powerful alphas pup inside his womb.

The office seemed to close in, the air thick and electric, the only sounds Jungkook’s ragged groans and Heeseung’s soft, shaky whimpers as he watched the alpha’s body writhe under the effects of the inducer.

Before Heeseung could even think about what to do next, a loud knock shattered the charged silence. “Boss! You in there? Wanna spar!” That alpha enforcer Taehyung’s voice rang from the hallway, sharp and insistent.

Heeseung’s chest tightened, frustration and panic flooding him. No… not now! You ruined everything! His eyes flicked to Jungkook, who was still bent over, groaning, sweat gleaming on his taut skin, pheromones thick in the air. Heeseung’s carefully laid plans...months of manipulation, timing, and precision...had collapsed in an instant.

Heeseung cursed under his breath, gripping the edge of the desk. The throb between his legs only worsened, his hole aching for release, slick trying to release from his hole . All he could do was watch helplessly as the perfect opportunity slipped away.

The knocking escalated. With a violent shove, Taehyung burst through the door, splintering the frame. His sharp gaze swept the office, landing on Heeseung crouched down beside Jungkook for the briefest moment of suspicion before it zeroed in on the alpha.

Heeseung’s jaw clenched. You idiot… you absolute idiot, he seethed silently, pressing a hand to the alpha as he tried to appear concerned. He looked up at Taehyung with wide eyes, trying to appear innocent so he could save his own ass. "We were discussing something about Jimin's birthing plan when all of a sudden he doubled over. I think his rut is starting. He needs his mate."

Jungkook’s growls filled the office, low and ragged, eyes dark, body taut and trembling, every muscle coiled. Heeseung crouched beside him, feigning alarm, masking his anger and frustration with a veneer of concern.

“Boss!” Taehyung barked. Without hesitation, he slipped his arms under Jungkook’s armpits, lifting him with ease despite the rut’s hold on the alpha. “Before you get too far into your rut… we need to get you to Jimin. Now.”

Jungkook’s hands flexed, scent spilling thickly, murmuring his mate’s name. Heeseung could only watch, heat and desire surging through him, as Taehyung guided the alpha out. His plan had failed completely. Months of careful plotting, timing, and manipulation...all ruined because or this stupid alpha.

Heeseung sank to the floor, heart pounding with a mixture of lust, anger, and humiliation. The alpha’s pheromones still clung to the air, teasing and tormenting him, a cruel reminder of what he had lost.

The office was silent again, save for the faint echo of Taehyung’s footsteps as he carried Jungkook to his mate. Heeseung pressed a hand to his throbbing hole, letting out a frustrated, desperate whimper. His plan was ruined, and all he could do was wait...for now.

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Taehyung stormed down the hallway, boots clicking against the polished floors. Security cameras had picked up Jungkook heading to his office, Heeseung trailing behind him like a shadow, and something about it didn’t sit right. Taehyung’s gut tightened...he trusted his instincts more than anything. Jungkook was usually precise and in control, but Heeseung’s presence was off.

By the time he reached the office door, he could already smell it: thick, heavy pheromones, the unmistakable scent of an alpha in rut. His jaw tightened. Damn it… he’s losing control, and something about that assistant told him he might be trying to manipulate Jungkook.

Not on my watch.

Taehyung knocked, loud and sharp. “Boss! You in there? Wanna spar?” His voice carried urgency. When there was no response, he could hear the growls and shuffling inside. His brow furrowed. The alpha wasn’t thinking clearly...every instinct screamed that this needed immediate intervention.

With a single push, he shattered the door frame. Splinters flew, but Taehyung didn’t flinch. He stepped inside, eyes scanning the room instantly. Jungkook was bent over, groaning, sweat slick along his skin, every muscle coiled and trembling from the rut. The air was saturated with alpha pheromones...so strong it made Taehyung’s own senses flare in aggression...but he didn’t let it distract him.

Heeseung crouched nearby, hands pressed lightly against Jungkook’s arms, eyes wide with feigned concern. Taehyung’s gaze flicked to him sharply, suspicion tightening his chest. What the hell are you up to, Heeseung? he thought, irritation flaring. But there was no time to interrogate. Jungkook needed to get to his mate, now.

 "We were discussing something about Jimin's birthing plan when all of a sudden he doubled over. I think his rut is starting. He needs his mate." The omega said as he looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Boss!” Taehyung barked again, moving closer. Without hesitation, he slipped his arms under Jungkook’s armpits, lifting him with controlled strength. The alpha’s body was taut with rut, every muscle fighting the restraint, every growl raw and desperate. Taehyung could feel the tension radiating from him, the almost violent need to reach Jimin.

Heeseung’s panicked expression made Taehyung bristle. He couldn't smell what the omega was up to because one quick glance at his gland showed he was wearing a scent patch, but he could see the frustration and almost visible lust radiating off him, but he ignored it. Not now. Focus. Taehyung tightened his hold, guiding Jungkook toward the hallway.

Jungkook’s hands flexed and clawed at the air, scent spilling thickly, murmuring Jimin’s name in ragged growls. Taehyung adjusted his grip, keeping him upright, letting the alpha lean just enough to feel the pull of his mate without losing control entirely. Every step had to be measured...he couldn’t let Jungkook bolt, but he also couldn’t let the rut spiral into chaos before reaching Jimin.

By the time they reached the hallway leading toward Jungkook's and Jimin's room, Taehyung was acutely aware of the intensity in the air. Jungkook’s growls had grown considerably, as was the longing and need radiating off him. Every step closer to Jimin’s scent made the alpha shiver, his body tightening in anticipation.

He guided Jungkook toward Jimin, ready to shield the alpha from Heeseung and ensure the rut was spent safely and with his mate.

Taehyung made a mental note: he’d be watching Heeseung very closely in the future.

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A loud knock rattled the bedroom door like a warning, sharp and urgent. Jimin’s hand froze on the handle as he swung it open, and his heart skipped when his eyes met Jungkook’s. The next thing he knew his 220lb and 6'3 alpha was barreling at him like a freight train, heat radiating off him in waves, muscles coiled with raw, unrestrained power.

Confusion flared first...then the scent hit. Thick, sandalwood and spices...and feral. Jungkook’s pheromones rolled over Jimin in waves so potent it made his head spin. His omega immediately stood at attention.

Our alpha is in rut.

Every nerve ending lit on fire, nipples tightening, stomach knotted, core aching like it had a pulse of its own. Jimin’s body trembled as slick gushed down his thighs, his body preparing itself for its mate, betrayed by the overwhelming need it felt.

From outside, Taehyung’s voice shouted over the chaos. “He’s in rut! I’ll send you supplies!” The door slammed, cutting the world off and leaving the two of them in a bubble of raw heat and need.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate. His hands were already on Jimin’s body, exploring, claiming, leaving no inch untouched. He ripped at his clothing, revealing the shivering, quivering skin beneath. After tearing off his own clothing he reached down and lifted Jimin up, hands under his ass cheeks. Jimin gasped, instinctively wrapping his legs around Jungkook’s waist, holding him close, desperate to anchor himself to the only thing that made sense...his alpha.

The scent...the heat...the sound of Jungkook’s low growl vibrating through the room...it was all too much. Jimin’s knees pressed instinctively against Jungkook’s hips, body trembling, mouth parting in a needy, choked whimper. “Alpha…please…”

Jungkook’s lips found his neck, teeth grazing lightly, tongue flicking over sensitive spots, leaving marks, claiming. He lifted Jimin effortlessly, legs wrapping tighter around him as he carried him to their nest. Every step sent shivers of anticipation rippling through Jimin, every heartbeat pounding against the alpha’s chest reverberating into his own.

He laid Jimin down gently...only for a second. Then, without warning, Jungkook was between his legs. Jimin’s body responded instantly, legs spreading wide, quivering, pushing toward him. Every nerve screamed for more.

Jungkook positioned himself, cock throbbing, hot and impossibly hard, and slammed into him in a single, punishing motion. Jimin’s head fell back, a strangled cry escaping as his body arched instinctively, letting himself be filled completely. Skin met skin, heat and scent thick in the air, bodies pressed together so tightly it was almost impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

The alpha didn’t stop. His hands gripped Jimin’s hips, pulling him flush with every thrust. Slap, moan, growl...the room filled with the sounds of desperate, possessive need. Jungkook’s rut-fueled aggression was overwhelming, each movement borderline feral, dragging Jimin higher and higher.

Jimin’s hands clawed at the sheets, then at Jungkook’s back, nails scraping over taut muscles, desperate to hold on. Every thrust made his core burn, every slide of the alpha’s knot inside him a wave of pure, consuming pleasure.

“Mine,” Jungkook growled, eyes dark, teeth bared, completely lost in his need. He pulled Jimin tighter, driving deep, knot swelling, stretching him in ways that made his body scream. Jimin moaned, voice raw and broken, sliding further into the pleasure-pain, utterly surrendered to the relentless rut of his alpha.

Their bodies moved together in a savage, frenzied rhythm...Jimin trembling, quivering, writhing, while Jungkook slammed into him over and over, growling low, dragging every moan, every cry from him. The pheromones hung thick in the air, clinging to skin, hair, and every inhalation, making Jimin dizzy with need.

Finally, with a shuddering roar, Jungkook sank fully, knotting him hard. Jimin’s body tightened around him, convulsing, every nerve ablaze, sweat mixing with the sticky heat of their arousal. Jungkook’s grip on his hips tightened, and they moved together in a blur of heat and desperation, lost entirely to each other, each moan, growl, and whimper amplifying the other’s need until there was nothing left in the room but the primal, overwhelming claim of alpha and omega.

When it was over, bodies trembling, skin slick and glowing, pheromones lingering thick in the air, Jimin’s legs slowly relaxed, still curled around the knot, and Jungkook collapsed beside him, burying his face into the nape of his neck, murmuring low, possessive promises.

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Fifteen minutes had barely passed, but the room was already thick with heat, sweat, and the lingering scent of their last frenzy. Jimin’s body still trembled, skin flushed, nipples hard, pheromones heavy in the air. His chest rose and fell rapidly, mind swimming with the memory of Jungkook’s dominance.

Then the alpha’s weight pressed against his back. A low, guttural growl vibrated through the room. “Present,” Jungkook ordered, voice dripping with possession and rut. Jimin’s body obeyed instantly, bending forward, ass raised, back arched, completely exposed. Every nerve ending screamed in anticipation, body trembling at the raw command.

Jungkook wasted no time. He slammed into Jimin from behind in a single, punishing thrust, cock plunging deep and hot, filling him entirely. Jimin gasped, breath hitching, arms trembling as he pressed down on the mattress, gripping sheets to hold onto something as his body was claimed again. Every nerve burned, every muscle coiled as if it had its own mind.

Hands gripped hips, pulling him flush, holding him tight, forcing him to take every brutal, deliberate stroke. “Mine,” Jungkook growled, teeth bared, voice rough with rut. The alpha’s knot throbbed inside him, swelling thicker with each stroke, pressing, claiming, stretching him in ways that sent shivers down Jimin’s spine.

Jimin’s body betrayed him completely...hips lifting, writhing with every thrust, back arching, moans breaking into desperate cries. He could feel every inch, every pulse, every pound of his alpha’s obsession as it drove him higher. Skin slapped against skin, pheromones clouded the room, and Jimin’s mind shrank down to a single, delicious focus: pleasure, fullness, and the need to belong entirely to Jungkook.

The alpha’s movements became almost violent, reckless. Thrust, slam, grind, pump...Jimin’s body jerked with every motion, clinging helplessly as Jungkook’s knot expanded inside him, filling him, stretching him, marking him as nothing but his. The sensation was overwhelming, chaotic, consuming...pain and pleasure tangled in a storm that left Jimin gasping, crying, trembling, lost.

Jungkook’s low growls shook the room, words barely forming between pants and gritted teeth. Each slam of his knot pulsed deep inside, pumping Jimin full, making the omega shiver and quake in ways that seemed to blur the line between agony and ecstasy. Jimin’s hands clawed at the sheets, his nails digging into soft fabric, body rocking helplessly as he tried to keep up with every brutal thrust.

Finally, Jungkook let out a feral roar, sinking fully, knot swollen and throbbing, holding him captive. Jimin’s body convulsed, arching, trembling, quivering around him as the alpha pumped him relentlessly, utterly consumed by rut and obsession. Every shiver, every gasp, every slick whimper was proof...he was completely, irrevocably claimed.

The storm didn’t break immediately. Jungkook held him tight, grinding deep and slow now, chest pressed to his back, lips grazing his neck, murmuring possessive, guttural promises only an alpha in full rut could speak. Jimin’s senses were drowned in heat, scent, pressure, and pleasure...utterly lost, utterly his.

When the world finally returned in fragments, sweat-slicked and trembling, Jimin’s body still quivering from overstimulation, Jungkook’s arms remained tight around him, knot still swelling inside, a reminder that he was theirs, completely and without question. The alpha’s rut wasn’t over, and Jimin knew...he’d be riding it with him until neither of them could remember anything else but the overwhelming, feral need they shared

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Two hours had passed in a haze of heat, sweat, and raw, unrelenting need. Jimin’s body was slick, trembling, covered in the imprint of his alpha’s obsession...hands, lips, teeth, and knot marks everywhere. His muscles ached deliciously, hips still jerking from every punishing thrust, core perpetually filled with Jungkook’s swollen, throbbing knot.

Jungkook’s rut had consumed them completely. He was relentless...thrust, slam, pump, knot, claim, repeat. Jimin had long since lost track of time, senses overwhelmed by the scent, the heat, the feral need rolling off his alpha in waves that left him dizzy, shaking, and desperate. Each slam of Jungkook’s cock into him, each pulse of his knot, each guttural growl, sent sparks through every nerve ending, and Jimin’s mind had shrunk to one single focus: taking him, needing him, belonging to him.

“Mine,” Jungkook growled again, voice thick, rut-rough, eyes dark with obsession as he slammed into him, knot swelling deeper, stretching, filling, and marking him like nothing else in the world existed. Jimin whimpered, moaning incoherently, body rocking helplessly with every brutal thrust.

Hands gripped Jimin’s hips, pulling him flush, chest pressed hard against his back. The alpha’s teeth grazed the nape of his neck, lips pressing into sensitive skin, murmuring possessive promises, the low vibration of his growls shaking through Jimin’s bones. Every motion was punishing, overwhelming, borderline chaotic...Jimin’s body was trembling from a combination of lust, pain, and total surrender.

Time had no meaning. Minutes bled into hours. Jungkook’s knot throbbed inside him endlessly, driving pulse after pulse of pure, feral pleasure. Jimin’s hips bucked involuntarily, completely lost, moans and gasps echoing, saliva mixing with sweat, hair plastered to his skin. The alpha’s rut had become a storm that consumed them both...an unstoppable, chaotic tide of possession, need, and raw, burning lust.

And then, finally...finally...the storm began to abate. Jungkook slowed, his thrusts gradually becoming deliberate, heavy, and measured rather than punishing. The thick, throbbing pulse of his knot eased, pumping slowly and fully, each motion filling Jimin with a last wave of overstimulated bliss.

Jimin’s body trembled uncontrollably, slick and trembling, legs still wrapped instinctively around Jungkook, core still tight and filled, pheromones hanging thick in the air like a tangible fog. His head fell forward, chest heaving, body completely spent, yet still vibrating with overstimulation, utterly claimed.

Jungkook’s voice was softer now, though still low and possessive, a husky whisper in his ear. “You’re mine…always mine.” His hands cupped Jimin’s cheeks, lips brushing his hairline as the last edge of rut faded, leaving him heavy, satisfied, and finally calm.

The alpha sank fully onto him, chest pressing to back, arms wrapping him tightly, knot still nestled inside but no longer pulsing with the chaotic need of the rut. Jimin’s trembling finally began to ebb, muscles relaxing against him, body utterly spent, scent still clinging to both of them, a lingering reminder of two hours of feral possession and unrelenting lust.

They stayed like that for long moments...still, sweat-slicked, wrapped together...Jungkook’s possessive hold gentle now, almost tender, and Jimin’s mind hazy with the aftershocks of pleasure, fully aware that every inch of him, every breath, every heartbeat, belonged to his alpha. The rut was over, but the claim…was permanent.

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Jimin’s body was a trembling, sweaty mess, completely spent, muscles quivering from hours of overstimulation. His belly pressed forward, heavy and round with their pup, and every movement made him keenly aware of how vulnerable he was. Sweat coated every inch of his skin, slick and glimmering under the soft light of the bedroom, and the lingering scent of Jungkook...feral, possessive, intoxicating...clung to him, saturating his senses.

Jungkook held him tightly, chest to chest, arms wrapped possessively around him. His knot was still nestled inside Jimin, heavy and full, a constant reminder of the feral claim they’d shared. But the alpha’s attention shifted immediately, eyes softening with concern as he tilted Jimin gently to look at him.

“Baby…you okay?” Jungkook asked, voice low, hoarse from rut but thick with protective worry. His hands cupped Jimin’s rounded belly gently, thumbs tracing soothing circles over the taut skin.

Jimin whimpered softly, pressing closer against him, inhaling the alpha’s scent, letting it ground him even as his body still buzzed from overstimulation. “I…yeah,” he breathed, voice ragged, “I’m…okay…” His hands trembled as he clutched at Jungkook’s forearms, finding strength in his hold.

Jungkook’s fingers lingered over his hips and belly, adjusting carefully so as not to jostle the pup, his thumb brushing lightly over Jimin’s sensitive skin. “You’re mine,” he murmured, voice thick with possessive adoration. “Mine…always. You and our pup.”

Jimin shivered, chest pressing tightly against Jungkook’s, and let out a long, shaky sigh. Every nerve ending was alive, overstimulated, but the alpha’s steady presence was grounding. Jungkook adjusted slightly, letting his weight set drop to the side, knot still nestled deep inside him, a slow, steady reminder of their bond and of how intensely he claimed him.

Jimin lifted a hand, brushing it over Jungkook’s arm, feeling the tension lingering there...the raw, possessive energy of the rut fading but never fully leaving. “Alpha…that was so intense.” he whispered, voice ragged, “Felt so good.”

Jungkook’s arms tightened, chin resting atop Jimin’s head. “Its all yours, baby,” he murmured. “No one else's.” His voice was softer now, almost tender, but every word carried the weight of absolute possession.

They stayed like that for a long while...skin slick and pressed together, bodies still warm, pheromones lingering thick in the air, heartbeat matching heartbeat. Jimin’s eyes fluttered closed, belly rising and falling gently against Jungkook’s stomach as his body slowly stopped trembling. Every inch was soothed by Jungkook’s insistence, his possessive, protective care.

Eventually, Jimin’s breathing evened out, and Jungkook finally allowed himself to release just a fraction of the tension still coiled inside him. He gently shifted, carefully disentangling his knot, holding Jimin close the entire time, letting the omega rest against him, sticky, sore, and utterly claimed.

Every trace of the rut...the sweat, the scent, the overstimulation...remained, marking them both, but Jimin felt safe. Held. Loved. Protected. He was Jungkook’s. And Jungkook, finally calm yet still vigilant, pressed a soft kiss to the top of Jimin’s head. “Always mine,” he whispered, brushing his nose gently over Jimin’s hair.

Jimin melted against him, exhausted, overstimulated, and completely at peace, feeling utterly claimed, utterly safe, and utterly loved.

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The office was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Papers were stacked neatly on Jungkook’s desk, but his mind was far from them. He leaned back in his chair, gaze sharp, the tension in his posture coiled like a spring ready to snap. When Taehyung knocked lightly and stepped inside, Jungkook did not bother with pleasantries.

“Sit,” he commanded, voice low but firm. Taehyung obeyed immediately, though his stance remained alert, hands resting on his knees.

Jungkook leaned against his desk, arms crossed, eyes narrowing. “I want every detail,” he said, voice measured but heavy with unspoken threat. “Start with how you even knew to come to my office.”

Taehyung shifted slightly under the weight of Jungkook’s gaze, hands clasped tightly in front of him. “I was downstairs in the security room,” he said, voice steady but cautious. “Watching the cameras. I saw you moving through the building, and Heeseung was trailing right behind you. Something about the way he was present, the way your aura shifted, set off my instincts. It told me something was happening, and I needed to be there.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “Go on. Step by step.”

“I got to your office and knocked,” Taehyung continued, voice even but precise. “No answer. Then I heard you growling and grunting. My senses hit me instantly. Your scent, your rut, was sharp, unusually strong, coming from under the door. I knew right away it wasn’t normal, that you had been triggered suddenly.”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened, flicking toward the corner where the sunlight caught the edge of his desk. “And then?”

“I broke the door down,” Taehyung said carefully. “That’s when I saw Heeseung crouched beside you. He seemed concerned, but I could see he was nervous. Watching. He told me you suddenly got like that, completely out of nowhere. I’ve never seen anything like it before.” His throat tightened slightly. “It was unexpected.”

“And after that?” Jungkook asked, voice clipped, calm on the surface but tight underneath.

“I took you to Jimin,” Taehyung said simply. “Did what I could to get you safe.”

Jungkook’s fists clenched at his sides, muscles coiling beneath his shirt. He let the words hang in the room, replaying the image of Heeseung crouched beside him, concern on his face, the sudden violent onset of his rut, and the way Taehyung had sensed it all before anyone else could act. Something had triggered him. Something external. And he would not leave it to chance.

Taehyung gave him a dark stare and growled. “Boss, it is not my place to say this, but we should not trust this guy. My instincts are telling me he is up to no good.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened further. A slow, sharp calculation began behind his eyes. Heeseung had been too calm, too present. The way his body had reacted, the timing, the way he had positioned himself…something about it did not sit right.

“Keep a close eye on him,” Jungkook said finally, voice low but commanding. “Watch everything he does, every movement, every expression. I do not want to miss anything.”

Taehyung nodded, expression unreadable but obedient. “Understood, boss.”

Jungkook let his gaze drift back to the corner of the office, running through the memory of the sudden rut, Heeseung’s presence, and the sharp spike of his senses. He would not let this slide. Something had triggered him, and he would find out exactly what.

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The next morning, Heeseung moved with careful precision, his mind running through the plan over and over as he stepped out into the quiet streets. Every motion was controlled, deliberate, as if the world around him did not exist. His first stop was the Sugar Moon Bakery. The familiar scent of butter and sugar wafted through the air, rich and tempting, but Heeseung barely registered it. His eyes scanned the display with practiced focus until they landed on the strawberry cheesecake. He purchased it quickly, cash in hand, keeping his movements smooth, casual, but his pulse thrummed with anticipation.

From there, he made a brief stop at the grocery store. He selected a fresh package of strawberry glaze, the kind with the perfect sheen, and a small carton of the reddest, ripest strawberries he could find. Each selection was precise; each choice deliberate. He double-checked the labels and the freshness, ensuring nothing would ruin the plan.

Back in his apartment, the quiet was almost sacred. He unwrapped the cheesecake and set it on the counter, its creamy layers glinting under the kitchen light. The package of strawberry glaze went next. With a measured hand, he opened it and then poured the entire bottle of Pitocin into the glaze. He stirred slowly, methodically, watching as the mixture thickened and absorbed the substance completely, blending seamlessly.

He picked up the strawberries, dipping each one carefully into the laced glaze. The sweet scent mingled with the faint metallic tang of the Pitocin, but Heeseung’s mind filtered it all out, focused entirely on execution. He replaced the old strawberries atop the cheesecake with the glazed ones, arranging them meticulously so that nothing appeared out of place. The finished cheesecake was then set carefully into the fridge, hidden in plain sight, waiting.

Heeseung allowed himself a small, almost imperceptible smile, though it did not reach his eyes. The first plan had failed, but the second was already in motion. His mind was already racing ahead, considering the next steps, anticipating how he would slip the cheesecake into the mansion’s refrigerator early the next morning without alerting anyone. Beyond this, he would need another plan, bolder and more precise, to finally get the alpha he desired into his bed. Every setback only sharpened his obsession, fueling the meticulous, calculated strategy forming in his mind.

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The mansion was quiet, the early morning sun filtering softly through the kitchen windows. Heeseung moved like a shadow, careful and deliberate, carrying the cheesecake he had so meticulously prepared. He slid open the refrigerator door, removed the old one and replaced it with his...he began to set the dessert inside, adjusting its position so it would not draw attention.

A soft click behind him made him freeze. He stiffened instantly when he felt the cold metal press lightly against the back of his head.

“Three seconds,” a low, dangerous voice said. “Three seconds to back away from that fucking cheesecake and explain what the fuck you’re doing.”

Heeseung’s breath hitched. He slowly raised his hands, feeling the barrel of the gun pressed firmly against him. He didn’t dare move until he recognized the figure behind him.

Taehyung. His senses were razor-sharp, every motion controlled. “Do not turn around,” Taehyung growled, his voice a low rumble that filled the quiet kitchen. “Now. Step back and start talking.”

The air seemed to constrict around Heeseung. Every carefully laid plan, every calculated move, suddenly felt exposed. He could feel the weight of Taehyung’s presence behind him, the inevitability of discovery pressing in like a living thing.

Heeseung slowly moved backward, hands raised, mind racing to explain without giving away too much, but fully aware that any hesitation could be fatal. “Look, I...”

“On second thought, shut the fuck up,” Taehyung snapped, pressing the gun tighter against the back of his head. The sharp click of the hammer echoed in the quiet kitchen. Heeseung froze completely, the cheesecake forgotten for the moment.

“Don’t move,” Taehyung growled, his voice low and deadly calm. He held Heeseung perfectly still, his body taut, senses coiled like a predator. Reaching for his commlink, he clipped it to his ear and activated it without breaking his aim.

“Yo, Joon,” he said into the comm, voice carrying that dangerous edge. “We got a rat in the kitchen. A big fucking rat. I need help disposing of it.”

There was a pause before a gruff voice answered, thick with early-morning arousal. “Tae, it’s too early to play games and I'm kind of busy at the moment. What do you want?”

Taehyung’s grip on Heeseung remained ironclad, the gun steady against the back of his head. “Come to the kitchen,” he said coldly. “You need to see this.”

There was a frustrated grunt through the line. “Better be fucking good for me to pull my knot out of my omega. Give me five minutes.”

Taehyung snorted quietly. “Gross. You’re fucking disgusting.”

Exactly five minutes later footsteps echoed through the hallway before Namjoon stepped into the kitchen, hair mussed from sleep, face still flushed from arousal, and looking like he was suffering from a serious case of blue knot...but eyes instantly narrowing as he took in the scene.

Heeseung froze completely, hands still raised, the cheesecake forgotten, and Taehyung’s gun pressed firmly against his back.

His gaze sharpened instantly. “Heeseung,” Namjoon said, voice low and measured, every muscle tensing. “What the hell are you doing here so early in the morning? In the kitchen?”

Heeseung froze completely, hands still raised, the cheesecake forgotten. His carefully rehearsed excuses dissolved under the weight of Namjoon’s sharp, focused stare.

Taehyung didn’t move, keeping the gun steady against Heeseung’s back. “Caught him sneaking around like a ghost,” he said quietly, his voice a low rumble. “He was messing around with Jimin's cheesecake. Took the old one out and replaced it with one that he had with him.”

Namjoon’s eyes flicked between Taehyung and Heeseung. The tension in the room was palpable. Every instinct screamed that something was off. Heeseung’s stance, the way he lingered over the refrigerator, the tautness in his movements...it didn’t sit right.

Heeseung opened his mouth, trying to speak, but Namjoon cut him off immediately. “Don’t. Say. A word.” His voice was sharp, cold, and authoritative, leaving no room for argument. He stepped closer, gaze locked on Heeseung, assessing every micro-movement, every twitch.

Heeseung’s heart raced, panic bubbling up as he realized the full weight of the situation. He had been caught...cornered...and now there was no slipping out. Today he would die. Namjoon’s presence alone was enough to make him feel exposed, every plan unraveling.

Taehyung’s grip on the gun remained unwavering. “Watch him,” he said to Namjoon. “Every move. No mistakes.”

Namjoon’s jaw tightened. Everything was all deliberate. Suspicious. Wrong.

There would be answers. And Namjoon was going to drag them out of him.

But first… Jungkook had to know about his rodent problem.

Without looking away, Namjoon slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, his thumb finding Jungkook’s number by muscle memory. The screen’s glow lit the sharp lines of his face in the dim kitchen.

The call barely rang twice before Jungkook answered.

“Namjoon?” His voice was low, alert even at this hour.

Namjoon’s throat felt tight, but his tone was steady. “Boss… we’ve got an issue in the kitchen.” His eyes bored into Heeseung, watching every twitch, every flicker of panic. “You need to come down here… it’s.. ” he hesitated, just long enough to let the weight settle in. “It’s about Jimin.”

He could hear the sharp inhale on the other end. The rustle of movement.

“Explain,” Jungkook demanded, voice cutting like a blade.

Namjoon’s gaze narrowed, his lips curling into something between a warning and a challenge, aimed squarely at Heeseung. “You’ll see when you get here,” he said quietly, then ended the call without waiting for a reply.

The silence that followed was suffocating. The refrigerator’s hum felt louder than it should’ve, a steady drone under the sound of Heeseung’s shallow, uneven breathing.

Taehyung’s grip on the gun was rock-solid, the muzzle pressed cold and unforgiving to the back of Heeseung’s head. Not once did he glance at Namjoon. He didn’t have to. They’d worked together long enough to read each other without words.

Namjoon took one slow step forward, closing the distance, his shadow falling over Heeseung. “You’re going to stand perfectly still,” he said softly, the softness more threatening than a shout. “And you’re going to pray that whatever explanation you’ve got is good enough for him.”

The air in the kitchen was heavy, almost tangible.

The storm hadn’t just arrived. It was coiling tighter, waiting for the moment to strike.

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The bedroom was steeped in warmth, the air heavy with the comforting mix of their scents...Jimin’s honey sweet, soft omega fragrance wrapped around the darker, grounding notes of his alpha. Their nest was a tangle of blankets and pillows, but Jungkook barely needed them. He had Jimin. The omega lay curled against him, back pressed to his chest, the slow rise and fall of his breathing soothing against Jungkook’s ribs. One of Jungkook’s hands was splayed over Jimin’s chest, the steady thump of his mate’s heart beneath his palm. The other rested protectively over the swell of Jimin’s belly, thumb brushing absently along the curve where their pup grew.

The quiet was broken by the faint vibration of Jungkook’s phone on the nightstand. His eyes opened instantly, instincts cutting through the haze of sleep. Without jostling Jimin, he reached for it, swiping to answer when Namjoon’s name lit the screen.

“What is it, Joon?” he murmured, his voice low and even so as not to wake the omega in his arms.

Namjoon’s voice was clipped, businesslike...but there was something in it that made Jungkook’s hackles rise. “Jungkook, we’ve got an issue in the kitchen. You need to come down. Now. It’s…about Jimin.”

Every muscle in Jungkook’s body tightened, his gaze narrowing as if he could already see the problem from here. “I’m on my way,” he said shortly, ending the call before Namjoon could say more.

As he shifted to slide out of the nest, a soft, sleepy whimper tugged at his heart. “Alpha...where are you going?” Jimin’s voice was thick with drowsiness, his hand fumbling until it found Jungkook’s wrist.

Jungkook bent down immediately, pressing a slow kiss to his mate’s temple and inhaling deeply, grounding himself in the sweetness of him. “Go back to sleep, baby,” he whispered, his voice gentle despite the steel already threading through him. “I’ve got some business that needs my attention.”

Jimin gave a tiny hum, eyes still shut. “Hurry back…me and pup gets cold.”

That made Jungkook pause, his chest tightening. He kissed him again, this time lingering, letting Jimin feel the promise in it. “Okay, baby…I’ll be back before you know it.”

Only when Jimin’s breathing evened out again did Jungkook straighten. The tenderness in his eyes vanished as he dressed in silence, each movement controlled and deliberate. By the time he left the bedroom, the warm, protective mate was gone...replaced by the Nocturne Syndicate’s don, cold, alert, and ready to deal with whoever had made the mistake of becoming a threat under his roof.

Jungkook moved down the stairs in silence, but every step seemed to echo with a low hum of warning in his chest. He hadn’t heard a sound from the nest in the few moments he’d been gone, but his instincts were prickling like a thousand needles beneath his skin. Something was off.

The moment he stepped into the kitchen, the scene waiting for him was enough to snap his focus into a razor’s edge.

Heeseung stood frozen in front of the open refrigerator, one hand still resting on the door as if caught mid-act. Behind him, Taehyung had a gun jammed firmly against the back of his skull, the barrel tilted just enough that the click of metal against bone was unmistakable. Namjoon stood a few feet away, shoulders squared and weight forward, his entire stance screaming ready. Both alphas’ eyes were locked on Heeseung with lethal intensity.

Jungkook’s gaze cut to Taehyung first, then Namjoon, then finally settled on Heeseung. His voice was low, cold, and unhurried.

“Speak.”

Taehyung didn’t shift, didn’t glance at Jungkook. “Found him creeping around down here. He was doing something to Jimin’s cheesecake.”

For a split second, there was silence. Then something inside Jungkook snapped.

His body moved before thought caught up...two quick strides and his hand was clamped around Heeseung’s throat. The fridge door swung shut from the force of the movement, rattling in its frame. Jungkook slammed him hard against the wall, the sound of the impact making the utensils on the counter jump.

“You came into my home,” Jungkook snarled, his voice low but shaking with fury. His grip tightened until Heeseung’s face began to flush. “You went near my omega’s food…” He leaned in, eyes glowing with a predator’s hunger for violence. “…near my pup’s food.”

Heeseung’s feet scrabbled against the floor. His hands clawed uselessly at Jungkook’s wrist, nails dragging over skin that wouldn’t yield. His breath came in short, panicked wheezes.

Jungkook didn’t stop until the fight began to drain from him...until the sheer panic in Heeseung’s eyes made it clear he understood exactly how close he was to dying right here, in the kitchen, on a tile floor that would be mopped clean in under an hour.

When Jungkook finally let go, he shoved Heeseung down so hard his knees buckled and he crumpled to the ground. The man landed in a heap, coughing and gasping, one hand instinctively going to his bruised throat.

Jungkook stood over him, his breathing slow and measured now, though his muscles were still strung tight. When he spoke again, his voice was calm...almost pleasant...but it carried the kind of finality that meant there would be no appeal.

“Namjoon. Taehyung.”

Both alphas straightened immediately.

“Take him to the cellar,” Jungkook said, eyes never leaving Heeseung’s bent form. 

There was no hesitation. Namjoon moved in first, yanking Heeseung up by the arm. Taehyung holstered his gun but kept his other hand locked around Heeseung’s bicep, steering him forward. The man stumbled between them, still wheezing, his eyes darting wildly toward the door as if there were anywhere to run.

Jungkook didn’t follow. He stayed rooted in the kitchen, watching until their footsteps faded and the sound of the cellar door creaked open somewhere below. Only then did he let out the slow exhale he’d been holding, turning toward the sink.

He let the cold water run over his hands, as if rinsing away something rotten, but his mind was already in the cellar...already deciding exactly what Heeseung would learn before the night was over.

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Jungkook sat behind his massive mahogany desk, elbows braced on the polished wood, fingers steepled against his lips. The office was quiet, the single lamp casting harsh shadows across the walls, but the calm of the room did nothing to contain the storm raging inside him. Down in the cellar, Heeseung waited...alive, for now...but Jungkook’s mind was already sharpening with plans.

The sharp trill of his phone broke the tense silence. Hoseok’s name flashed across the screen. Without a word, Jungkook answered.

“Talk,” he said, voice low, clipped, every muscle coiled with barely restrained ferocity.

Hoseok’s tone was tight but precise. “I’ve got the full report on Lorenzo. It's just as we thought...he and Alexei are definitely working together on that underground adoption ring. They’ve been active longer than we realized, and it’s worse than we suspected.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, the shadows in the room deepening as his mind spun. “Worse how?”

Hoseok drew in a slow breath. “They’ve gone a step further this time. Lorenzo hired someone to get inside your home. To keep tabs on Jimin, to watch him. Make sure he’s where they can track him.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “Why? Why would they care about Jimin?”

Hoseok’s voice lowered, heavy with grim certainty. “Because they want your pup, Jungkook. They know the blood running through his veins. They see him as a prize, a bargaining chip, a way to gain more wealth and power beyond measure. They’ll go to extreme lengths to get him. Their plan is to sell him as soon as he's born.”

Something inside Jungkook snapped. He dropped the phone onto the desk, the receiver bouncing against the polished wood. He leapt to his feet, chair toppling over behind him, and slammed his palm against the desk. Papers, pens, and a glass tumbler scattered across the office floor like debris from a storm. The desk groaned and cracked under his fury, splintering against the wall.

“MY PUP?!” he roared, a guttural, primal sound that reverberated off the walls. His heart pounded in his chest, blood roaring in his ears. He grabbed the nearest lamp and smashed it against the wall. Shards of glass skittered across the rug like frozen sparks, catching the light in sharp flashes.

The office became a battlefield. Every breath was ragged, every muscle taut, ready to lash out. His alpha instincts flared, focused on one point: protecting what was his. The thought of anyone...Lorenzo, Alexei, or anyone else...touching his pup or Jimin filled him with feral rage.

Finally, Jungkook bent down, picking the phone back up with a clawed grip. His eyes were dark pools of predatory intensity. “Who did they send?” His voice was low, sharp, carrying the weight of lethal intent.

Hoseok’s reply was quiet, almost hesitant. “Heeseung. That omega was placed there to watch, to get close, to understand the layout, the routines… everything. He’s a tool in their plan. They saw Jin's ad about the job opening and saw the perfect opportunity.”

Jungkook froze, letting the name sink in. Then, slow and deliberate, he let the growl escape, curling his lips into a cold, predatory snarl. “That omega...” he breathed. “...that omega just signed his death warrant.”

He stood in the middle of the wrecked office, scanning the shattered remains of his desk, the splintered lamp, the strewn papers. Every instinct sharpened, every thought narrowed to one point: protect Jimin, protect the pup, and make anyone who dared interfere pay in full.

“Tonight,” he murmured, voice low and lethal, “they will understand exactly what it means to touch what belongs to me.”

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The mansion was quiet, but the air in the cellar was thick with anticipation. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Yoongi leaned against the cold stone walls, their eyes tracking every creak of the stairs. They had been waiting for Jungkook to arrive, knowing that when he did, it would not be a calm conversation. Orders would come, and they would follow without question.

Above, Jungkook’s footsteps rang against the stairwell. Each step was measured, fast, deliberate. By the time he reached the bottom, the cellar seemed to shrink around his presence. The dim light caught the edges of his shadow as he moved, coiled and lethal.

Heeseung was already restrained, standing in the center, hands trembling. Fear flickered in his eyes the moment Jungkook’s gaze landed on him. He knew, instinctively, that this wasn’t about interrogation...it was punishment.

Jungkook wasted no words. He stormed forward, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. His first punch drove into Heeseung’s jaw, snapping his head back. The second hit landed squarely in his stomach, forcing him to double over with the wind knocked out. A sharp blow to the ribs made him grunt in pain, but Jungkook didn’t stop.

Heeseung tried to twist, to shield himself, but every motion was anticipated. Jungkook’s hands were a blur of precise, brutal strikes. Finally, with a growl low in his throat, Jungkook drove a knee into Heeseung’s stomach with such force that he doubled over violently, coughing, gagging, and gasping for air. Pain radiated through his abdomen, leaving him shaking and disoriented.

Namjoon, Taehyung, and Yoongi watched silently, ready to step in if needed. But Jungkook was in full control...his feral anger, honed by years of protecting what was his, made him unstoppable. Every punch, every strike, was measured, calculated, and meant to send one clear message: Heeseung had crossed a line that could never be forgiven.

Finally, Jungkook stepped back slightly, letting Heeseung wobble on his feet, gasping, face red and sweaty. His dark eyes scanned the younger omega, calculating his next move. Heeseung’s punishment was far from over.

"Who hired you?" Jungkook growled.

The chains rattled violently as Heeseung trembled in the corner, his body battered and bruised, sweat mixing with tears. Jungkook’s dark eyes bore into him, coiled with unrelenting fury. Every fiber of the omega’s being screamed in terror, but Jungkook’s presence was inescapable, absolute.

“I… I was sent by… Lorenzo,” Heeseung choked out, voice cracking under the weight of fear. “He… he wanted me to… watch Jimin… and your pup. He… he wants your pup… to make… a fortune.”

Jungkook’s gaze sharpened, jaw tightening. “And what do you get out of this?”

“I… I get… a cut… a share of the money…” Heeseung whispered, trembling violently.

A low, feral growl escaped Jungkook’s throat. Without hesitation, he drove another punch into Heeseung’s ribs, forcing the omega to double over, coughing. A knee to the stomach followed, leaving Heeseung gasping, shuddering, barely able to stay upright.

Jungkook leaned down and barked in his ear, "What were you doing to my omegas food?"

Heeseung whimper and curled up in a ball to protect himself.

“Answer me!” Jungkook snapped, voice sharp as a blade. “What were you doing?!"”

Heeseung hesitated, forehead pressed to his knees, sobs wracking his body. “It… it’s… laced with Pitocin… To… to induce his labor. I… I wanted the pup born early… so I could… trade him to Lorenzo… get my money… I… I also wanted you… as my alpha…”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened to a storm, teeth clenched. “You induced my rut,,” he hissed, every word dripping with lethal intent. “Didn’t you?”

Heeseung broke completely, tears streaming. “Yes… yes…I only…only did it because I love you…because…you’re my mate…”

Jungkook’s hand shot forward, yanking Heeseung’s hair and jerking his head back until the omega’s eyes met his. “I'm not your mate," he growled into the omegas face. 

"Right now my mate is upstairs in his nest, exhausted from hanging off my knot all night long. Belly full of my pup. Full of MY seed. You could never be him,” Jungkook growled, voice cold and deadly. “What we have…what we share…you couldn’t even fathom. You will never have it.”

Jungkook let go of his hair with a shove. Heeseung sobbed uncontrollably, shaking, completely broken under Jungkook’s unyielding presence.

Then, without a word, Jungkook reached for his gun, pulling it from his belt with lethal precision. The cold steel gleamed briefly in the dim light of the cellar. Before Heeseung could even register the movement, Jungkook raised the weapon and fired...one clean, final shot between the omega’s eyes.

Heeseung’s body went limp, slumping forward, chains rattling as the life drained from him. Silence fell for a heartbeat, thick and suffocating.

Jungkook’s dark eyes swept the room, landing on Namjoon, Taehyung, and Yoongi. His voice was calm, chilling, carrying the weight of absolute command. “Take his body,” he said, measured, deliberate. “Drop it off at Lorenzo’s doorstep tonight…and leave him a little message the motherfucker won’t soon forget. Hell is coming for him.”

Namjoon and Taehyung immediately moved, securing the body and preparing it for transport, while Yoongi simply nodded, his expression unreadable, eyes following Jungkook’s every motion.

The cellar remained silent except for the faint echo of the chains and the distant hum of the mansion above. Jungkook’s presence dominated every corner, a predator satisfied only with finality, ensuring that the betrayal and the threat were erased completely, leaving nothing behind but a warning no one would ever forget.

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Jungkook stepped out of the shower in the cellar, the warm water washing away the last traces of blood, sweat, and adrenaline. He grabbed a fresh set of clothes he kept in the cellar for moments like this...black fitted shirt, dark pants, and his usual sturdy boots. Dressing quickly but efficiently, he ran a hand through his wet hair, letting the chill of the air hit him briefly.

The mansion was quiet, the faint hum of the ventilation system the only sound. Fully dressed now, he took a deep breath, his body still tense, senses alert. He moved toward the stairs, each step silent but purposeful, every motion controlled.

By the time he reached their room, the sunlight was streaming through the balcony doors. Jungkook stepped onto the balcony, the sunlight warming his freshly dressed skin. Jimin sat cross-legged on the lounger, sunglasses on, basking in the morning sun, his yellow maternity bikini bright against the soft cream cushions. The color highlighted the curve of his belly, and Jungkook’s chest tightened...he looked impossibly serene, radiant, and ridiculously cute all at once.

“Morning, baby,” Jungkook said softly, and instead of just standing there, he walked over and settled onto the lounger beside Jimin, letting his presence press gently against him.

Jimin tilted his head, a sleepy smile forming. “You showered?” he asked, brushing a damp strand of hair from Jungkook’s forehead and tucking it behind his ear.

“Yeah,” Jungkook replied, hand brushing gently over Jimin’s belly. “Everything’s taken care of. I need to tell you something, but I don’t want you to worry. You and the pup are safe.”

Jimin’s brow knitted in curiosity. “Okay…what happened?”

“I got intel that Heeseung...someone we thought we could trust...was sent to interfere with me and the pup,” Jungkook said, calm but firm. “Someone was spying…watching what was happening here. That’s all you need to know. He’s handled. You two are completely safe.”

Jimin’s hand rose to Jungkook’s chest, leaning into his warmth. “Handled…completely?”

Jungkook’s dark eyes softened slightly. “Completely. Nobody’s touching you or our pup. Everything else…isn’t for you to worry about.”

Jimin let out a soft sigh, leaning fully against him. “Good…I trust you. Just…stay with me?”

Jungkook wrapped an arm around Jimin’s shoulders, pulling him close. “Always,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of Jimin’s head. “I’ll never let anything happen to you. Or him.” He rested a protective hand over Jimin’s belly, feeling the tiny movements inside.

Jimin smiled, looking up at Jungkook. “Don’t go just yet…the pup and I need you here.”

Jungkook chuckled low, brushing his thumb over Jimin’s cheek. “Okay, baby. I’ll stay a little while. But I might have to handle some business soon.”

Jimin hummed softly, leaning into him. "Just...hurry back when you leave, okay? We miss you when you're gone.”

Jungkook pressed a final kiss to the top of his head. “I will. For now…I'm staying right here with you and our pup.”

Jimin closed his eyes again, content and relaxed, soaking in the warmth of the sun and the security of his alpha. For a few precious minutes, the chaos of the outside world...the threats, the betrayals, the power struggles...faded away.

It was just them, safe and untouchable, wrapped in the calm of the morning sun.

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The rain fell in heavy sheets, drumming against the black car as Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung waited just out of sight. Their headlights were off, the engine silent, and the world around them was a blur of shadows and silver from the storm.

Lorenzo's mansion loomed ahead, its dark silhouette barely visible through the curtain of rain. Heeseung’s body was carefully positioned on the front steps, the note taped to his chest. Every detail had been meticulously set, and the three of them watched, tense, from the car.

Finally, the door opened. A maid stepped out, umbrella in hand, shielding herself from the rain. She froze mid-step, her eyes falling on the figure sprawled on the doorstep. A scream tore from her throat, sharp and panicked, carried away immediately by the storm.

Yoongi’s hand tightened on the wheel. “It's done,” he muttered, and Namjoon shifted in the passenger seat. Slowly, deliberately, they drove off, slipping into the night as rain streaked the windshield in long, watery lines.

As the car disappeared into the distance, Heeseung’s body lay still in the rain, drenched, the wet fabric clinging to him. The note flapped violently in the wind, soaked but still readable.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts

And I looked, and behold a black wolf

And his name that sat on him was death, and hell followed with him

The words shimmered faintly under the dim porch light, twisting and shivering in the storm. The rain streamed over the body, pooling on the stone steps, but the warning remained clear, a dark and silent message that lingered in the night long after the car had disappeared

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The rain was relentless, pounding the tiled roof of Lorenzo’s villa like a thousand tiny hammers. Lightning cracked somewhere in the distance, illuminating the grand front lawn in sharp, fleeting flashes.

The maid’s scream had been high and sharp, cutting through the steady roar of the storm. Lorenzo had rushed to the foyer, silk robe loosely belted, irritation already forming on his lips...until he saw why she was screaming.

Heeseung’s body lay sprawled across the marble steps. The rain had plastered his hair to his pale forehead, pooling in the hollow of his open mouth. His eyes stared glassy and unblinking at the night sky, and between his eyes...a neat bullet hole...life had been snuffed out in an instant.

A note was pinned to his shirt, paper soaked through but still flapping in the wind. The words, jagged and bold in black ink, were unmistakable:

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts

And I looked, and behold a black wolf

And his name that sat on him was death, and hell followed with him

The message was clear. Jungkook was coming for him.

For a moment, Lorenzo couldn’t breathe. He took a stumbling step back, bumping into the ornate console table behind him.

“Señor… should I call the police?” the maid whispered, her face ashen.

“What?! Are you crazy?! No,” he barked, voice too loud in the cavernous entryway. “Go back inside. Now.”

She hesitated only long enough to cross herself before hurrying away.

Lorenzo closed the heavy front door with slow, deliberate care, though his hands trembled. The metallic tang of rain and death clung to him as he walked briskly down the hallway, his bare feet slapping against cold marble. He didn’t stop until he reached his study, shutting the door behind him and twisting the lock.

He grabbed the phone from his desk and dialed, his damp fingers slipping against the buttons.

It rang twice before a deep, accented voice answered. “Alexei.”

“It’s me,” Lorenzo blurted. “Heeseung...the one I sent in to spy on Jeon's omega and pup. Jeon killed him and left him on my doorstep like a goddamn...like a gift. He’s sending a message. He's coming for me.”

The silence on the other end was heavy, suffocating. Then Alexei spoke, voice low and edged with steel. “I told you not to touch Jeon’s pup and omega. You think I warn for the sake of hearing my own voice?”

Lorenzo swallowed, hard. “You’ve…you’ve dealt with him before?”

Alexei gave a humorless laugh, the sound like gravel grinding under a boot. “No, but he killed my brother. I didn’t see it happen, but I know it was him. You know how I know? Because my brother was just like you...greedy, reckless. Jeon’s wolf bloodline runs deep. He’s not just a man, Lorenzo. He’s a force. When he marks you for death, you stay dead. And when it’s about his pup and omega...” Alexei’s tone sharpened like a knife’s edge, “there’s no god, no wall, and no army that will keep him from tearing you apart.”

Lorenzo’s fingers tightened around the phone. “I’m out. I’m not going near his pup ever. I’m not even thinking about the omega again.”

“Good,” Alexei said, sharp as a whip crack. “Because Jeon doesn’t just kill. He makes an example. You should be afraid...very afraid. Every man who’s crossed him and lived still sleeps with one eye open. Some…stop sleeping altogether.”

The rain battered the study windows harder now, like fists demanding entry.

“What do I do?” Lorenzo asked, voice small.

“You disappear for a while. Stay inside, stay surrounded, keep your head down. There's plenty of pups out there to take...but not now. Not while he’s hunting.”

The call ended with a hollow click.

Lorenzo slowly lowered the phone, his knuckles white. His reflection stared back at him from the rain-streaked window, pale and wide-eyed.

Outside, the storm raged on. Somewhere out there, Jungkook was moving.

And Lorenzo had never felt more like prey

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The rain hammered down in relentless sheets, soaking the black fur that gleamed like wet ink under the cold light of the moon. The enormous wolf crouched low atop the ridge overlooking Lorenzo’s mansion, massive shoulders tense, muscles coiled like steel springs beneath his sleek, wet pelt. His red eyes glowed faintly, cutting through the darkness, fixating on the lit windows below.

The mansion sat silent, almost serene, the opulent lights mocking him, unaware of the predator circling above. The scent of Lorenzo drifted faintly on the wind, mixed with the tang of expensive cologne, fear, and paranoia...the combination making the wolf's growl rumble deep in his chest.

He flexed his claws in the mud, wet earth clinging to them. His breath came out in white plumes, misting in the cold night air as he lowered his head, ears twitching at every faint sound from below. The guards patrolling the grounds didn’t yet know he was there, and the alpha inside their walls had no inkling of the storm lurking just beyond the gates.

The wolf's tail lashed once, twice, a silent measure of patience and control. Every muscle in his massive body pulsed with anticipation, a lethal calm that preceded violence. He shifted slightly, wet paws gripping the soil, and hissed softly, the sound lost in the downpour but carrying the weight of a predator on the hunt.

Lorenzo’s voice floated faintly on the wind...careless, arrogant, sure of his own invincibility. That voice made the wolf's fangs bare, teeth glinting under the pale moonlight. One step closer, and Lorenzo would finally understand what it meant to be at the mercy of a wolf that would do anything to protect its pup and mate.

The rain ran down his muzzle, slick and cold, but it did nothing to diminish the fire burning in his chest. Red eyes narrowed, pupils like coals, and a low, guttural growl rolled from deep within his throat, vibrating through the night, shaking the very ground beneath him.

Tonight, the hunt would end.

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The storm had not let up for forty-eight hours. Rain battered the villa’s tiled roof, the wind shrieked through the shutters, and every roll of thunder rattled the glass in its frames.

Lorenzo hadn’t slept in two days. The moment Heeseung’s body appeared on his doorstep, the fragile thread of bravado he’d been holding onto had snapped clean through. Now, every creak of the old beams sounded like a footstep. Every gust of wind against the doors felt like a fist pounding to be let in.

He had tripled the guards on the gates, ordered checkpoints at every hallway junction, and stationed snipers on the balcony rails. Still, he couldn’t shake the prickling along his spine, the instinct that something...someone...was already here. That he was being...hunted.

Every hour, he checked the feed from the security cameras himself, fingers tapping a jittery rhythm against the desk. The storm made the images stutter, frames freezing for a fraction of a second before jumping forward again. Shadows bent strangely in the lightning’s flash, and sometimes he could swear a shape was there in one frame and gone the next.

A crack of thunder rattled the study windows. Somewhere above, a board groaned under pressure. Lorenzo froze.

That was not the sound of settling wood.

He waited. Listened. Rain roared on the roof, wind screamed down the chimney. Then...faint but deliberate...another creak, like weight shifting on the upstairs landing.

He grabbed the radio from the desk.

“Second floor, east wing,” he hissed. “Now.”

Static hissed back. Then a guard’s voice:

“Sir, there’s no one up there. We’ve swept it twice in the last hour.”

Lorenzo’s mouth went dry. “Sweep it again,” he snapped. “And check the attic. Every corner.”

As he waited, his gaze darted to the monitors. All twelve screens flickered with distorted rain-slick images: empty hallways, the glistening gravel drive, the swaying hedges at the perimeter. Nothing moved except the weather.

But his heart kept pounding faster.

Then the lights went out.

It wasn’t a flicker. It wasn’t the dimming sag of a brownout. It was as if the entire villa had been swallowed by a single breath of darkness.

The electric hum of the refrigerator in the adjoining kitchen died. The monitors went black. The air itself seemed to thicken.

That was when he heard it.

Low.

Deep.

Resonant enough that it seemed to hum through the wooden floor into his feet...a growl, drawn out and deliberate, the sound of a predator that wasn’t afraid to be heard.

Lorenzo’s throat tightened.

It came again, closer now, a rumbling note that vibrated against his ribs. It wasn’t just the sound...it was the feeling of being marked, chosen, hunted.

And then he saw them.

Two points of red in the blackness. Not the glow of a light, not the reflection of a camera...this was alive. The eyes hung impossibly high off the ground, far too high for any normal wolf, the red an unnatural, molten hue that pulsed faintly with each slow breath.

Lightning split the sky.

For a single, searing frame, the silhouette was revealed: A massive wolf, jet-black fur slicked against muscle, rainwater dripping from a muzzle lined with ivory fangs. Its shoulders were nearly level with Lorenzo’s chest, even at a distance. The head cocked slightly to one side, as if deciding where to bite first.

Then darkness slammed back down, leaving only the red eyes...unblinking, patient.

A single paw shifted forward. The sound was soft but heavy, the kind of weight that could crush bone without effort. The growl deepened, rolling through the study like thunder that refused to fade.

And in that moment, Lorenzo knew the truth.

The storm outside was nothing compared to the one inside his home.

The red eyes didn’t blink.

Lorenzo stumbled backward, silk robe flapping, arms raised uselessly. Panic had seized every part of him. The guards were useless...none dared move when the growl rolled through the hallways like a living drum of doom.

The wolf lunged.

Fur glistening with rainwater, fangs bared, jaws snapping inches from Lorenzo’s face. He screamed, but the sound barely registered against the storm and the guttural roar of the predator. In one terrifying sweep, the wolf slammed into him, sending him crashing against the marble staircase.

Blood spattered immediately, crimson stark against the polished floors. The wolf’s claws raked across Lorenzo’s chest, tearing silk and skin alike, drawing his first scream into a guttural gasp. The smell of iron filled the room, mingling with rain and wet fur.

Lorenzo tried to crawl backward, but every step was anticipated. A massive paw pinned him, forcing him face-down. The wolf’s jaw snapped downward, clamping on the nape of his neck. Lorenzo thrashed, but the grip was unrelenting...the pressure crushing, precise, unflinching.

Another swipe, and the wolf slammed him into the wall. Bones cracked audibly. The sound was almost drowned by the storm, but it echoed in Lorenzo’s ears like judgment itself. Blood ran freely from his nose, mouth, and the jagged gashes along his torso.

The wolf’s teeth found his shoulder next, sinking in with surgical efficiency. Every growl, every movement was calculated...not mindless fury, but a deliberate obliteration of a man who dared cross Jungkook’s territory.

Lorenzo’s hands clawed at the black fur, trying to hold the creature back, but the strength was impossible to resist. In one final, punishing motion, the wolf pinned him fully against the wall, jaws crushing his throat. Lorenzo gurgled, blood spraying as the life in him faltered, his body going limp beneath the force.

When it was over, the storm still raged outside, but inside the villa, silence reigned...broken only by the faint drip of blood on marble. The red eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, surveying the scene with a predator’s satisfaction.

The wolf shifted back to human form, breathing heavily, muscles taut with tension and triumph. His claws had torn, his teeth had ended a life, and he stood over Lorenzo’s mangled, broken body, a living warning carved into every bone and scar.

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The storm had been relentless for hours, rattling the Jeon mansion’s windows and shaking the balcony doors with each gust of wind. Rain slashed against the roof, forming tiny rivulets down the glass, and the occasional flash of lightning illuminated the room in stark, fleeting bursts. Inside, the air was heavy with dampness and the faint scent of iron lingering from the chaos Jungkook had just left behind.

He stepped silently into their bedroom, water dripping from his hair and the soaked fabric of his clothes clinging to his broad shoulders and toned chest. His senses were still sharp, alert to every sound...the creak of the floorboards, the soft rustle of sheets...but the sight of Jimin, curled up on the bed with his hand resting on his rounded belly, melted the tension in his muscles. His wolfish ferocity gave way to a protective warmth, though the power beneath the surface still thrummed like a heartbeat.

Stripping off the dripping clothes, he let them fall to the floor, careful not to make a sound. The bed dipped slightly as he slid in beside Jimin, moving deliberately, each motion measured to avoid putting pressure on his swollen belly. One arm went around Jimin’s shoulders, the other cradling his stomach, fingers brushing lightly over the baby bump. He nuzzled the back of Jimin’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent that always grounded him...the soft, sweet, omega scent mingled with the warm, comforting scent of home.

Jimin stirred, lifting his head and blinking sleepily at him. “You’re wet…from the rain?” he murmured, looking up at a damp strand of hair sticking to Jungkook's forehead. He reached up and tucked the strand behind Jungkook’s ear with a lazy, affectionate motion.

“I’m here,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “Both of you are safe. No one will touch you.”

Jimin shifted slightly against him, his hand resting atop Jungkook’s over the baby bump. “Don’t leave yet…me and the pup get cold without you,” he whispered, voice husky with sleep.

Jungkook tightened his hold just a fraction, pressing his forehead to Jimin’s. “I’m not going anywhere,” he replied, low, possessive, and unyielding. “I’ll keep you warm. Both of you.”

Lightning flashed again, throwing the room into stark contrast...the shadows of the bedspread and the balcony railing etched sharp lines across the floor. Jungkook’s chest rose and fell steadily, his breath synchronizing with Jimin’s, grounding him. Every movement was careful, tender, protective, yet every scent, every heartbeat, still carried the edge of feral intensity that would annihilate any threat to them.

Outside, the storm roared on, relentless and unforgiving, but inside their bedroom, wrapped in one another, the world fell away. Jungkook’s presence was absolute...a shield, a promise, a warning. Nothing would touch them tonight, or ever. Every heartbeat spoke it, every pulse of his powerful body resonated with the intensity of his vow.

Finally, he allowed himself a moment to rest, curling tighter around Jimin, the wolf inside him coiled but contained, the alpha in full command, yet fully surrendered to the one he loved. In that small, storm-lashed room, they were untouchable.

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The morning air was still, broken only by the distant patter of soft raindrops outside the window and the quiet, steady rhythm of Jungkook’s breathing. Jimin propped himself up on one elbow, his tousled hair falling across his forehead as he looked down at his alpha.

He could never get used to this...seeing Jungkook at peace. The same man who carried the weight of an empire, who spoke in sharp commands and whose presence made entire rooms bend, now lying beside him, completely unguarded. Jimin felt his chest ache with a mixture of wonder and pride.

His eyes traced Jungkook’s face first. The sweep of dark hair pushed back from his brow, the thick lashes fanned across his cheeks, the strong nose, and then...his lips. That freckle just below his bottom lip tugged at Jimin like a magnet. He bent down and pressed a soft kiss there, lingering for a moment before pulling back.

“You don’t even know how perfect you are,” Jimin whispered, almost afraid his voice would wake him.

His gaze drifted lower, drinking in the lines of Jungkook’s body. The rise and fall of his chest was slow, strong; each breath expanded the broad planes of muscle that Jimin slid his fingers over. His touch was featherlight, tracing from shoulder to chest, the pads of his fingers tracing over Jungkook's tattoo sleeve, memorizing the warmth and firmness beneath.

Lower still, Jimin’s hand followed the ridges of Jungkook’s abdomen. He let his fingertip tap gently against each hard line as though he were counting coins laid in a row.

“One… two… three… four… five… six… seven… eight.”

Jimin’s lips parted in a grin. “Of course you have an eight pack,” he murmured, half in awe, half in disbelief. He giggled softly, covering his mouth quickly as if the sound might disturb the alpha’s dreams.

Jungkook shifted faintly at the sound, a muscle twitching in his jaw, his arm flexing where it rested by his head. But he didn’t wake. His face smoothed out again, expression calm, and Jimin let out a relieved sigh.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the valley between those perfect abs, letting his cheek rest for a moment against the warm, steady rise and fall of Jungkook’s stomach. The safety he felt there was unmatched

He raised his head back up to continue admiring what was his. Jimin’s gaze wandered lower, his breath catching as he took in every line of his alpha’s body. The proud ridges of muscle tapered into a sculpted tiny waist, leading his eyes down further. The small dark thatch of neatly trimmed hair at Jungkook’s crotch framed him in a way that made Jimin’s cheeks flush hot. What made him flush even harder was the big, thick cock that gave Jimin so much mind blowing pleasure, resting gently against the dark hair. Even soft his alpha's cock was a sight to see. He swallowed hard, chest tightening as instinct rolled through him, sharp and insistent.

His body responded before his mind could catch up. Heat curled low in his belly, making his pulse race. The longer he looked, the harder it became to breathe evenly. His omega instincts stirred, desperate, tugging at him with every second.

Biting his lip, Jimin tore his gaze away, forcing his eyes lower. Jungkook’s thighs were a masterpiece in themselves...thick with strength, carved with power. Jimin brushed his fingertips lightly down one, marveling at the sheer size of it compared to his own. Beneath his touch, he could feel the quiet thrum of life, the strength coiled in muscle even while relaxed.

From thighs to calves, to long legs that seemed endless beneath the sheets, Jimin traced every inch with a reverence that left him dizzy. His skin tingled, his senses sharpened, and the weight of his own body felt heavier, hotter.

Pregnancy had done strange things to him. His body felt like a live wire, sensitive to every brush of skin, every scent, every fleeting thought of his alpha. And lately, the hunger had only grown sharper, hotter, leaving him restless and flushed at the most inconvenient times.

He hadn’t said anything to Jungkook. How could he? It felt humiliating to admit that he was constantly aching for him, that his body wouldn’t settle even when Jungkook had already given him so much. What if it wasn’t normal? What if it made him sound greedy, or worse, ungrateful? So he kept it to himself, burying the restless need in silence.

Now, though, staring at the breadth of Jungkook’s thighs, the long lines of his legs stretched out beneath the sheets, it was impossible to ignore. His body pulsed with heat, his belly tight, the little life inside pressing up as if to remind him how full he already was. And yet, instinct clawed at him all the same, a desperate, aching need that curled low in his stomach and refused to let go.

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Jimin waddled into the clinic, hand pressed to his belly, Jungkook looming protectively behind him like a walking fortress. Jimin grunted as Jungkook helped him heft his small bulk up on to the examination table. He laid down, and pulled his maternity dress up...already knowing the drill.

“I swear,” Jimin groaned, grimacing at the ultrasound screen, “he’s moving so much today… it feels like he’s trying to escape.”

Jin gave him a small smile and adjusted the monitor. “He’s just rowdy and ready to come out, that’s all.” He tapped the screen. “Congratulations. Your little one is…seven and a half pounds. He's a chunker.”

Both Jimin and Jungkook froze. Jimin’s eyes widened so much they practically threatened to pop out of his head. “Seven…point…five?!”

Jungkook’s hand shot to his chest. “What?! How is that even possible? That’s…that’s huge!” His voice had dropped a full octave, and his protective instincts flared like a fire alarm.

Jin’s expression didn’t change. “Did I not tell you two what so much cheesecake will do?” He glanced at Jungkook, deadpan. “And have you looked at yourself in a mirror lately? You’re…huge, Jungkook. A pup with your genetics is not coming out of a hole that tiny ”

Jimin choked on a laugh. “Jin!”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, and he growled low in his throat. “I...no. That’s not happening. He’s my pup. He’s coming out safely, and naturally. I will make sure of it.”

Jin just raised an eyebrow. “Jungkook…calm down. Jimin, you’re far too tiny to deliver a pup that size naturally. End of the month, C-section. It’s the safest option.”

Jungkook’s heart pounded fast in his chest as he paced, muttering under his breath. “No… no… it's too dangerous. My omega and pup doesn’t need…surgery. He...”

Jimin sighed and leaned into him, releasing a wave of calming pheromones. Jungkook froze mid-step, inhaling the soothing scent. “…Okay. Fine. I’m calm. I’m calm,” he muttered, though his posture was still tense.

Jin scribbled in his notes, clearly amused by the alpha meltdown. “Relax. It’s routine. Your pup will be safe, Jimin will be safe, and nothing bad will happen. Promise.”

He turned to Jimin. “We’ll schedule the C-section for the end of the month. Plenty of rest. No heavy lifting. Got it?”

“I’ll make sure he does,” Jungkook said sharply, shooting a glare at Jimin that said don’t even think about arguing.

Jimin looked up at Jungkook, giving him those eyes he could never say no to. “Actually, baby… could you give me a minute alone with Jin?”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “Alone…with Jin? Why?”

“It’s omega talk, baby. You wouldn’t understand,” Jimin said with innocent sweetness.

Jungkook growled low, but leaned down to kiss Jimin’s temple. “Fine. I’ll wait in the lobby. Don’t be long.”

Once Jungkook had left, Jimin turned to Jin, voice dropping into a whisper. “I’m…horny.”

Jin snickered, trying not to burst out laughing. “Well…I can’t exactly help you there, Jimin. We both have very possessive alphas that don't share anything. I mean, just last night I saw Namjoon fight Taehyung over the last t-bone steak at dinner.”

Jimin flapped his hands dramatically. “No! I mean…I’m always horny. Jungkook can just breathe in my direction and I’m ready to ride him into the sunset.”

Jin practically doubled over laughing. “Oh my god. Okay…go on.”

Jimin leaned closer, lowering his voice even more. “Is it normal to drip slick like a waterfall while your alpha is just innocently standing there, buttoning his cuff links on his shirt? Cause that happened to me the other day.”

Jin was doubled over, barely able to breathe through his laughter.

"I picked his dirty shirt up off the floor last week while he was showering and stood there like a weirdo and sniffed it. I swear I had an orgasm, Jin." Jimin whispered under his breath.

Jin was full on belly laughing.

“Shhh! Don't let him hear you...God, this is so embarrassing!” Jimin hissed.

Jin finally caught his composure, tears in his eyes. “Yes. Yes, that’s very natural…and honestly encouraged. Go ahead…ride him until his knot falls off. You’re allowed. Have fun.”

Jimin exhaled and his shoulders relaxed. “Good. Because that is exactly what I plan to do.”

Jin shook his head, chuckling helplessly. “Omegas and alphas should come with a warning label. I don’t know how you survive each other.”

Jimin ducked his head, his voice barely more than a whisper. “What, um…what sex positions are safe when you’re this pregnant?” His hand smoothed nervously over the taut curve of his belly.

“As long as Jungkook is gentle,” Jin assured. “and you don’t strain yourself, you can safely have sex this far along. Certain positions just get tricky once you’ve got a belly this size.” He gestured at the rounded swell with a teasing grin. “But there are workarounds.”

Jimin’s ears turned red. “Like what?”

“Well,” Jin said, slipping into his calm, professional tone, “side-lying is one of the most comfortable for omegas late in pregnancy...you on your side, Jungkook behind you. It keeps pressure off your belly, and you can control how deep things go. Another option is sitting in his lap, facing him. That way you set the pace and it’s easier on your back.”

Jimin listened with wide eyes, chewing on his bottom lip.

“And,” Jin added with a sly little smirk, “a lot of omegas actually prefer those positions anyway. More intimacy. More control. And your alpha? He’ll be thrilled either way, trust me.”

Jimin let out a shaky laugh, burying his face in his hands. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you.”

“Why not?” Jin teased gently. “Who else would you ask? I’m your doctor, and I’m an omega who’s been there myself. Believe me, Namjoon and I had to get creative toward the end.”

Jimin peeked through his fingers, his blush deepening. “Oh my god, I did not need that image…”

Jin laughed outright this time, patting Jimin’s knee. “Relax. You’re doing great. And don’t ever feel ashamed for wanting your mate. That bond is supposed to carry you through this...body and heart.”

Jimin exhaled, a weight lifting from his chest. “Thank you, hyung,” he murmured, truly grateful.

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The apartment was quiet when they stepped inside, the soft click of the door closing behind them echoing through the hall. Jungkook hung up his coat, but his eyes never left Jimin as the omega moved slowly toward the bedroom, his hands brushing nervously over his swollen belly. Something was off...Jimin’s usual confident warmth seemed dampened, replaced by a timid, almost shy energy that set Jungkook on edge.

He followed quietly, letting Jimin get settled on the edge of the bed before perching beside him, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His dark eyes studied him carefully.

“Baby,” Jungkook said softly, voice low but commanding enough to catch Jimin’s attention immediately. “Something’s wrong. You’ve been acting… different all day. And this morning… you didn’t tell me everything. What are you hiding?”

Jimin froze, hands twisting the edge of the blanket over his legs. Heat rushed to his cheeks, and his gaze dropped to the sheets, unwilling to meet Jungkook’s intense stare. The truth felt heavy, almost shameful. All morning he’d been trying to shove the ache down, to pretend it wasn’t there, and now it pressed so insistently he couldn’t ignore it.

“I…” he began, voice trembling. “I… I want you. All the time. Lately…ever since I got so far along in the pregnancy…I can’t stop…thinking about you… wanting you. I've been trying to hide it.”

Jungkook’s brows drew together, a low growl humming in his chest. His hands cupped Jimin’s face, forcing the omega to look up at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was sharp with frustration, but beneath it was the worry and care that always softened the edges.

Jimin’s shoulders trembled. “I… I was embarrassed,” he whispered, voice barely audible. “It feels… wrong. Like I’m being greedy, or… like it’s not normal to want you so much. I didn’t want you to think I’m…weird.”

The alpha’s arms wrapped around him immediately, pulling him flush against his chest. Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Jimin’s head, inhaling the familiar omega scent that made his chest ache with possession and protectiveness. “Shhh… look at me, baby,” he murmured.

Jimin lifted his head hesitantly, eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears. Jungkook’s gaze was unwavering, dark and tender all at once. “Nothing about you is wrong,” he said firmly, voice low and steady. “You’re pregnant. Your body is changing. Your instincts are stronger. Your desire is stronger. And that’s not just normal...it’s perfect. You’re not greedy. You’re not abnormal. You’re my omega, and I’ll always be here for you.”

Jimin’s lips trembled as he pressed into the warmth of Jungkook’s chest, letting the heat and reassurance seep into him. “I just… I don’t want to be… too much,” he whispered.

“You could never be too much for me,” Jungkook murmured, tightening his hold. His growl vibrated low in his chest, protective and possessive. “Every need, every ache, every desire...you don’t have to hide a single one. I’m yours. Always.”

Jimin let out a shaky breath, hiding his face against Jungkook’s chest as relief and shame battled within him. The ache in his belly didn’t disappear, but it softened under the steady press of Jungkook’s hands along his back, the rhythmic beat of his chest beneath Jimin’s ear.

Jimin drew in a shaky breath, pressing his forehead against Jungkook’s chest. “That… that’s what I talked to Jin about,” he admitted softly. “He said… what I’m feeling is normal. He said it’s okay to want you like this, especially now.”

Jungkook’s hands tightened slightly along Jimin’s back, his low growl vibrating against the omega’s hair. “Is that so?” he murmured, dark eyes glinting with interest.

Jimin swallowed, voice barely above a whisper. “He… even gave me some… positions we could try. To make it easier for me… since I’m… pregnant.” His fingers twitched nervously as he clutched the blanket, cheeks flaming bright red.

Jungkook’s growl deepened, rumbling low in his chest. “Did he now?” His hands cupped Jimin’s face again, tilting it up so their eyes met. “What kind of positions are we talking about?”

Jimin hesitated, then shyly let his gaze drop to Jungkook’s chest, fingers plucking nervously at the button on his alpha’s shirt. “Well… he said… as long as you’re gentle, we could… lay on our sides. You behind me…” His voice quivered, embarrassed even saying it out loud.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened, pupils dilating as the mental image took hold, his possessive instincts flaring. He leaned closer, inhaling Jimin’s scent, his low growl thickening.

Jimin swallowed hard and hurried on, voice even softer now. “He also said… I could…um…ride you.”

The words hit Jungkook like fire. His hands gripped Jimin’s waist lightly, possessive and steady, his growl turning into a throaty rumble. “Is that so…” he murmured, voice low, rough, and dangerous, the heat in his gaze making Jimin shiver against him. “You’re telling me this…my omega…wants this? Even when you’re shy about it?”

Jimin’s lips trembled, and he nodded, pressing closer to Jungkook, feeling both embarrassed and strangely liberated by confessing. “Y-Yes…I… I want you…all the time.”

Jungkook slid his hands down to his waist...pressed his forehead against Jimin’s, letting the heat of his alpha presence wash over him. “You are mine,” he rumbled, voice low, possessive, and full of longing. “Every need, every want…you don’t hide it from me. Not ever.”

Jungkook’s hands didn’t leave Jimin’s waist, but they shifted possessively, thumbs brushing over the curve of his hips in slow, deliberate circles. The growl in his chest deepened, vibrating low and heavy as he leaned closer, nose brushing against Jimin’s temple.

“You’ve been holding this in all day,” he murmured, voice thick with desire and frustration. “Hiding your need from me, trying to be shy… thinking you’re being too much.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Jimin’s head, but his eyes smoldered with an intensity that made the omega shiver. “Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”

Jimin’s cheeks flamed, and he squirmed slightly under Jungkook’s steady weight. “I…I just didn’t want to…I don’t know…bother you,” he whispered, fingers clutching the edge of the blanket. “It’s… embarrassing. I feel like I shouldn’t…want you this much…”

Jungkook tilted Jimin’s chin up with a finger, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Bother me?” he repeated, incredulous. “Baby, you could never bother me. Every little ache, every whisper of need…it belongs to me. And I’m going to take care of all of it.” His thumb brushed over Jimin’s lower lip, grazing it lightly, making the omega’s stomach flutter.

Jimin’s eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping him. “Y-You…you’re not mad?”

“Mad?” Jungkook scoffed, though the rumble in his chest was far from angry. “Baby, I’m more than ready.” He leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to the corner of Jimin’s mouth. “You want me, you need me…that’s mine. That’s mine to take care of, to savor, to remind you every single time that you’re safe, wanted, and mine.”

Jimin trembled slightly, warmth pooling low in his belly at both the words and the tone in Jungkook’s voice. “I… I just…I don’t know how to… with my belly…”

Jungkook’s grin softened into something tender but still possessive. “That’s why Jin gave you advice, isn’t it?” he murmured, leaning closer until his lips brushed Jimin’s temple. “Side by side… gentle…or riding me, if you want. Huh?” His low rumble vibrated against Jimin’s ear, brushing the sensitive skin of his neck and making him shiver.

Jimin’s fingers fidgeted at the hem of the blanket, shyly nodding. “Y-Yeah…he said as long as you’re gentle…”

“Gentle?” Jungkook’s growl turned into a teasing rumble, lips brushing Jimin’s hairline. “Baby, you know gentle isn’t all I’m capable of… but I’ll be as careful as you need. Every time. You’ll be mine...fully, in every way that’s safe for you.”

The omega pressed closer, letting himself melt into Jungkook’s chest. His shame and embarrassment still lingered, but it was drowned in the warmth of his alpha’s words, the possessive rumbles vibrating against him. “I…I want you so much,” Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible, but filled with absolute truth.

Jungkook tightened his arms around him, holding him close. “Then you’ll have me,” he murmured, teeth grazing Jimin’s ear lightly. “Every time you need me, every time you ache…I’ll be here. And right now…” His hands drifted to cup the swell of Jimin’s belly, brushing over him in slow, possessive circles. “…I want you to feel just how much you’re mine.”

Jungkook stood slowly, eyes never leaving Jimin’s as he stalked toward the small sofa across from the bed. Every step was deliberate, commanding. He unbuttoned his shirt, letting it drop to the floor with a soft rustle, chest taut and glistening under the dim light. Jimin’s breath hitched, nipples hard, pulse racing.

By the time Jungkook shed his pants, he was completely naked. His cock was thick, hard, standing proudly between his legs. He sank onto the sofa, spreading his thighs wide, a silent invitation. “Come here,” he growled, voice low and possessive.

Jimin’s legs felt like jelly as he stepped closer, heart hammering. He stood between Jungkook’s thighs, trembling under the alpha’s gaze. Jungkook leaned forward, sliding his hands under the hem of Jimin’s maternity dress and slipped it up over his head, brushing over every curve, every sensitive spot.

“Look at you,” Jungkook murmured, thumbs grazing over his hips, tracing his lush pregnancy curves. “All mine.”

Jimin shivered, heat pooling low. “K-Kook…” he whispered, voice shaky, breath catching.

With deliberate slowness, Jungkook peeled Jimin’s soaked underwear down, letting it drop to the floor. He cupped Jimin’s ass, guiding him closer, “Sit on me,” he hissed, growl vibrating low in his chest.

Jimin climbed into his alpha's lap...Jungkook grabbed ahold of his hips, helping him get comfortable. He then lined up his hard, throbbing cock at Jimin's slick entrance."Take it slow, baby," Jungkook growled into his ear. 

Jimin moaned at the feeling of Jungkook's dripping wet tip at his slick opening...he sank down onto him carefully, moaning as he took Jungkook an inch at a time until he bottomed out. The stretch, the heat...it made him whimper, arching into the alpha. Jungkook’s hands gripped his hips firmly, guiding his movements, thumbs pressing into sensitive spots as he set a steady, controlled rhythm.

“Ah...Kook…I’ve wanted you so much…been dying to have your cock inside me again.” Jimin gasped, rocking with him, hands braced on Jungkook’s shoulders.

“You feel so good,” Jungkook groaned, teeth grazing his shoulder, hands roaming over Jimin’s body...down his back, over his pregnant belly, squeezing his ass. “Mine…all mine.”

Jimin moaned, bouncing on him, hips meeting each of Jungkook’s thrusts perfectly. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with their desperate gasps and low growls. Jungkook’s hands tightened on his hips, guiding him faster. “Take it, baby. Take all of me if you can,” he urged, voice thick with lust.

Jimin leaned forward, lips brushing Jungkook’s collarbone, moaning around it, riding him faster now, lost in the sensations. “Ah…Kook…feels so good…your cock is so big…”

“Its yours, baby” Jungkook growled again, gripping his ass, and spreading him open. The rhythm became faster, more insistent, each motion driving them both closer to the edge. Jimin’s moans became louder, breathless, desperate, matching the guttural growls spilling from Jungkook.

Jungkook leaned forward, cupping Jimin’s small dangling breasts in his hands, lips closing over his nipple, moaning at the sweet release of Jimin's breasts milk on his tongue. He sucked and nipped, growling low at the way Jimin shivered under his mouth, hands tangling in Jungkook’s hair as heat pooled between them. 

With one final, deep thrust, Jungkook filled Jimin completely, groaning his name as he came, knotted deep and hard. Jimin gasped, trembling, clinging to him, riding out the waves of pleasure until both of them collapsed, slick and panting.

Jungkook pulled Jimin close, pressing a possessive kiss to his forehead. “Mine,” he murmured, voice soft now but no less intense. “Always mine.”

Then he lowered his mouth to Jimin’s lips, capturing him in a long, deep kiss. Tongues tangled, teeth grazing softly, and Jungkook moaned against him, lips sucking and nibbling with possessive hunger. Jimin gasped, hands tangling in Jungkook’s hair as their mouths moved together, hot and needy, the kiss both tender and feral. When they finally broke apart, both were panting, lips swollen, and Jungkook’s dark eyes were still smoldering with desire.

“I love you,” he whispered again, voice thick, pulling Jimin flush against him, ensuring he felt the claim in every kiss, every touch, every lingering brush of their lips.

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Jungkook stood in the doorway of the nursery, shirtless and clad only in loose nightpants, letting his eyes roam over the room that had been waiting for their son. Every detail was perfect. The walls were painted a deep, stormy slate gray, rich and dark like the night sky before a thunderstorm. On the main wall behind the crib, the mural Jimin had envisioned stretched in breathtaking detail: tall trees, their black silhouettes rising against the pale moonlight, the sky dotted with crisp, twinkling stars. And at the center, the huge, luminous full moon cast its soft glow over the scene, illuminating the black wolf painted beneath it...Jungkook’s wolf form, howling up at the moon, forever watching, forever protecting.

The crib they had built together stood proud beneath the soft suede canopy, its drapes flowing gently to the sides like clouds parting for the moonlight above. A round, plush white rug lay in the center of the room, soft enough to cushion tiny feet. In the corner, the rocking chair waited patiently, as if already swaying their pup to sleep. The diaper changing table was perfectly stocked, organized, every tiny item in its place. On the ceiling above, hundreds of little stars and moons twinkled gently, catching the soft golden glow of the yellow sconces on the walls, bathing the room in a comforting warmth. Even the walk-in closet was immaculate, racks of baby clothes in every size hung neatly, waiting for their little one to wear them.

Tomorrow, this room would finally come alive. The thought of it made Jungkook’s stomach twist with nerves, his excitement tangled with fear. What if something went wrong during the C-section? What if he lost either Jimin or their pup? He shook his head slightly, trying to banish the dark thoughts, but the anxiety clung stubbornly.

A gentle pressure against his back made him jump slightly. Jimin’s arms wrapped around his waist, warm and soft, and his lips pressed a tender kiss to the massive wolf tattoo that ran across Jungkook’s back. Jungkook shivered, the touch both grounding and arousing.

“What are you thinking about?” Jimin murmured into his shoulder, voice soft, curious.

Jungkook exhaled slowly, jaw tightening. “The pup…and the surgery tomorrow,” he admitted. “I can’t…I can’t lose either of you.”

Jimin turned him gently, cupping his face in his hands, eyes shining with quiet determination. “You’re not going to lose either of us,” he said firmly. “This is a common procedure, Jungkook. People have C-sections every day. We’re going to be just fine.”

The words eased the tightness in Jungkook’s chest slightly. He lifted his hands to Jimin’s belly, running his palms over the soft curve, feeling the subtle movements inside. “I’m going to miss you being pregnant,” he murmured, voice low and rough with emotion.

Jimin smiled, a small, hopeful curve of his lips. “Maybe a year or two from now, we can have another pup.”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened with desire, a low growl vibrating in his chest. He bent down, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Jimin’s neck as he nipped at his mating mark. “I’m going to keep you pupped and tied to our nest,” he murmured possessively.

Jimin giggled softly, pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “Come to bed and rub my feet...they’re hurting.”

Jungkook gave a playful slap to Jimin’s ass, and the alpha’s grin was dangerous, teasing. “Okay,” he said, voice low, thick with desire. “Let’s go.”

As they left the nursery, Jungkook’s gaze lingered on the mural one last time. The black wolf howled at the luminous moon, forever vigilant, forever protective...just like him. And tomorrow, that wolf wouldn’t be the only one guarding their family.

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The bright overhead lights of the clinic reflected off the white tiles, harsh and sterile. Jimin lay on the operating table, arms stretched out to the sides...his body mostly hidden beneath crisp white surgical drapes, a small opening revealing only the area where the incision would be made. The antiseptic smell was strong, sharp in his nose, and the cold touch of the IV in his arm made him shiver. His hand clenched Jungkook’s tightly, seeking the grounding warmth of his alpha.

Jungkook stood beside him, fully dressed in dark scrubs, mask secured over his face. Every muscle was taut, his posture rigid with alertness. His eyes swept over the sterile instruments and the draped figure of Jimin. Stay calm. Protect them both. Nothing will touch them. His hand found Jimin’s beneath the blanket, thumb brushing over his knuckles in a slow, steady rhythm.

“I…I can feel him moving,” Jimin whispered, voice trembling, eyes flicking toward Jungkook.

“I can see him rolling around in there. He's excited to meet us.” Jungkook murmured, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s temple, voice low and firm. “He’ll be here soon. I’ve got both of you. Just breathe for me, baby.”

Jin moved efficiently, adjusting the surgical drapes and prepping the sterile field. Namjoon scrubbed in beside him, calm and methodical. “We’ll start the anesthesia now,” Jin said softly. “You’ll feel pressure and tugging, but no sharp pain. Focus on your breathing, Jimin. You’re strong.”

Jimin’s fingers tightened around Jungkook’s. I can do this. I have to. He nodded, trying to focus on the steady presence of his alpha beside him, the warmth and certainty that radiated from Jungkook even in this cold, clinical environment.

The spinal anesthesia was administered, numbing Jimin from the waist down. Jin made the horizontal incision, the drapes keeping the sterile field intact, revealing only the small area needed for the surgery. Jimin felt the tugging and pressure but no pain. Every movement, every subtle tug of tissue beneath the drape made his chest rise and fall in shallow breaths.

Jungkook leaned close, whispering into his ear. “I’m right here, baby. I’ve got you. Every second.” His hand brushed along Jimin’s arm, grounding him, holding him in place without ever breaking sterility. Focus. Protect them. Nothing can happen.

And then the high-pitched, clear cry of their son filled the room. Jungkook’s chest tightened, a wave of relief and awe washing over him. He pressed his forehead to the drape near Jimin’s face, brushing a strand of damp hair from his mate’s temple. “He’s here, baby…our pup,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “Both of you…safe.”

Namjoon and Jin worked efficiently, swaddling the baby in soft blankets and ensuring the sterile field remained intact. Carefully, Namjoon handed the tiny bundle to Jimin, positioning him on Jimin’s chest above the drape. The warmth, the weight, the small, delicate movements of the baby were overwhelming. He’s ours. He’s real. He’s finally here.

Jungkook bent over the drapes, one hand resting protectively on Jimin’s arm, the other brushing over the baby’s tiny head. Every nerve in his body was alert, every instinct focused on shielding the two most important beings in his life.

“He’s perfect,” Jimin whispered, eyes glistening.

Jungkook pressed a kiss to Jimin’s forehead, lips grazing lightly in a tender, possessive gesture. “Yes…he is. So are you, baby. So are you.”

Jin completed the suturing beneath the drapes with quiet precision, while Namjoon monitored the vitals. Jungkook never moved away, whispering soft reassurances, stroking Jimin’s hair and back, feeling the rhythm of both his mate and their son.

For the first time that day, the sterile hum of the clinic faded into the background. Only the three of them existed: Jimin, their son, and Jungkook...bonded, protective, and utterly theirs.

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Jimin stirred weakly, the haze of anesthesia still lingering in his veins, but the sound of soft coos pulled him back to himself. His lashes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was Jungkook...sitting at his side, shirtless, their tiny son curled against his bare chest with a blanket draped over him. The sight hit him like a tidal wave: Jungkook’s massive hands cradling something so impossibly small, his shoulders curled protectively as if he could shield the pup from the whole world.

“Jungkook…” Jimin’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

At once, Jungkook leaned toward him, his eyes shining with a mix of pride and worry. “You’re awake,” he breathed, as if it was a miracle. “Do you want to hold him?”

Jimin’s lips parted in a shaky gasp, tears instantly welling. His arms trembled as he lifted them, and Jungkook moved carefully, reverently, placing their son into his embrace.

The moment the pup was against his chest, Jimin let out a sob. He was so tiny and chunky. Wrapped in a hospital blanket with only a tuft of dark hair peeking out, his little nose scrunched as he rooted instinctively against Jimin’s collarbone. Jimin’s whole world narrowed to that weight in his arms, that warmth pressed against his skin.

“Hi, pup,” Jimin whispered, his voice breaking as tears streamed freely down his cheeks. “Hi, my sweet boy…”

For a long moment he simply stared, overwhelmed, drowning in awe. Then something in his chest cracked further. He choked on a sob, his eyes darting up to Jungkook, who hovered close, every muscle in his body taut with emotion.

“Kook,” Jimin whispered, his voice raw. His finger brushed over the pup’s cupid’s bow lips, then along the bridge of his nose. “Look at him… he has your nose…your mouth. Even your lashes.” His watery laugh was full of wonder. “Oh my God, he looks just like you.”

Jungkook’s world stopped. His lips parted, but no sound came out. His son. His blood. His reflection, alive and breathing in Jimin’s arms. The sight hollowed him out and filled him all at once. His throat ached with the need to cry, his chest burned with pride and something bigger than pride...something primal.

Jimin leaned down again, inhaling deeply, taking in his pup’s scent. He gave a wet, breathless laugh. “He even smells like you… just softer...milky. He's an alpha.” His words cracked into a sob.

Beside him, Jungkook sat close, his arm draped along the back of the bed, watching them both. His gaze lingered on Jimin almost as much as on their son. The sight of Jimin like this...glowing with exhaustion and joy, holding their child...was more beautiful than anything he had ever known.

For a long moment, Jungkook simply soaked it in: his omega safe, their pup thriving, the quiet hush of a new day wrapping around them like a blessing. Then, softly, he leaned closer, his voice carrying awe and anticipation.

“What should we name him, love?” he asked, his eyes flicking between Jimin’s shining face and the baby cradled in his arms.

Jimin’s lips curved in the faintest smile, his voice quiet but certain. “Jaehyun,” he whispered, tasting the name with reverence as he looked down at their pup. “Our Jaehyun.”

The word settled over the room, warm and certain, as if it had been waiting all along.

Jungkook’s chest swelled, the name etching itself into his heart the same way the pup’s tiny scent had. He leaned forward, brushing his lips over Jimin’s temple, then bent further to press a reverent kiss to the soft downy crown of their son’s head.

“Jaehyun,” he murmured again, this time low and possessive, letting the name roll over his tongue like a vow. “Mine. Our son. No one will ever touch you, little one. You’re ours.”

Jimin’s eyes softened, and he brushed a finger over the baby’s lips, marveling at how much Jaehyun already resembled Jungkook...the shape of his nose, the curve of his mouth, the dark lashes that mirrored their alpha’s. “He really does look like you,” Jimin whispered, his voice full of awe.

Jungkook’s hand went to cradle the back of the pup’s head, his thumb brushing gently against the cheek. “Every bit of him,” he said, voice thick, protective. He pressed a kiss along the top of the baby’s forehead, then down the soft curve of his nose. “All mine. All ours.”

The pup squirmed, nuzzling lower, his mouth opening and closing in little searching movements. His nose pressed against Jimin’s skin, his tiny fists pawing clumsily at the blanket.

Jungkook noticed it first, his hand brushing gently at Jimin’s elbow. “He’s hungry,” he murmured, his voice reverent.

Jimin’s heart pounded, nervous and overwhelmed. He’d never done this before...what if he couldn’t? What if his body failed, the same way it had struggled during the delivery? But Jungkook’s steady presence grounded him. With his alpha’s strong arm helping him sit up a little higher against the pillows, Jimin tugged the loose hospital gown aside with trembling hands.

The air was cool against his bare skin, but warmth bloomed the instant he guided his son close. For a moment the pup fumbled, rubbing his cheek against Jimin’s breasts, searching. Then, with sudden surety, he latched.

A sharp sting made Jimin gasp...but then a flood of heat and tingling spread through him, a pull so deep it made his whole body ache with tenderness. His lips trembled.

“Oh,” Jimin whispered, his hand cupping the back of the pup’s tiny head. “He’s drinking…alpha, he’s really...he’s really drinking.”

Jungkook had never seen anything so sacred. His breath caught in his throat as he watched his mate cradle their son, his omega’s chest rising and falling unevenly with emotion. Jimin’s lashes clung together with tears, his soft mouth parted in awe as he looked down at the tiny life tethered to him so naturally.

“You’re perfect,” Jungkook whispered, though he wasn’t sure if he was speaking to Jimin, to their son, or to both.

The pup suckled with soft, eager pulls, his little jaw working rhythmically, tiny gulps audible in the stillness of the room. Each sound carved itself into Jimin’s heart. His hand stroked the back of his son’s head, feeling the impossibly fine hair there, the tiny warmth pressed against him.

He never thought he could feel so full, so needed. After years of emptiness, after so much fear and uncertainty, his body...his very existence...was sustaining his child. He broke down completely, sobs shaking him as milk let down fully and the pup drank with vigor.

Jungkook bent close, kissing the side of Jimin’s damp cheek, tasting the salt of his tears. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick. “You gave him life, Jimin. And now you’re giving him everything else too.”

When the pup’s movements slowed, his little lips going slack, Jungkook helped guide him off gently. A dribble of milk clung to his mouth, and Jimin let out a watery laugh, brushing it away with the edge of the blanket.

“He’s already a big eater,” Jimin whispered, his voice soft and teasing, though his eyes never left their son.

Jungkook’s heart swelled until he thought his chest might crack. One arm stayed wrapped around Jimin’s shoulders, the other steadying their son as Jimin tucked the pup against his bare chest to burp him. A tiny hiccup escaped, followed by a squeaky sigh, and then the newborn melted back into sleep...milk-drunk and utterly content.

Jimin’s hands trembled slightly as he lifted their son, cradling him close. Every tiny movement, every soft sigh from the pup, made his chest swell with love. He traced a finger over the baby’s cheek, marveling at the delicate curve of his nose, the softness of his lips.

After a few quiet moments, Jimin let out a soft breath and looked up at Jungkook, his eyes shimmering. “Here,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I think he wants his appa now.”

Gently, he handed the pup back to Jungkook, who accepted him immediately, cradling him skin-to-skin against his chest. Jungkook’s eyes softened as he brushed the baby’s tiny head, pressing a reverent kiss to the downy hair. “Mine,” he murmured, voice low and full of possessive devotion. “Always mine.”

Jimin leaned closer, resting his head against Jungkook’s shoulder, watching their son settle against him. The warmth radiating from both of them, the quiet rhythm of their shared breathing, made the world outside the recovery room fade entirely.

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The soft click of the door made Jungkook tense instantly. Every muscle coiled, ears straining, eyes narrowing as he scanned the room. Whoever had entered would have to get past him to reach Jimin or their son, and he wasn’t about to allow it. His chest rumbled low, a guttural warning that reverberated through the quiet recovery room. He could feel the weight of responsibility settling over him like armor...he had to protect his family, no matter what.

“Who’s there?” he murmured, voice steady but edged with authority, body shifting slightly to place himself between Jimin and the doorway. Every instinct was sharp, every nerve alive.

A familiar voice cut through the tension. “Jungkook, it’s me...Jin. You can relax.”

The taut muscles along Jungkook’s back loosened almost instantly. Relief washed through him, though his eyes stayed protective, sweeping over the room as if expecting some trick. He allowed himself one slow, steadying breath.

Jimin, propped up in the bed, lifted a tired but warm smile. “Jin,” he greeted, voice soft but full of recognition. “Good to see you.” Even in his exhaustion, the glow in Jimin’s eyes made Jungkook’s chest tighten with love.

Jin returned the smile, kneeling slightly to be closer to the tiny bundle in Jungkook’s arms. “Good job, Appa,” he said warmly, eyes scanning Jungkook with approval. “Your instincts are sharp. Your protection is exactly what he needs.”

Jungkook rumbled in pride, brushing a hand along Jaehyun’s soft hair and pressing a reverent kiss to the top of his tiny head. The weight of responsibility and pride settled in his chest like a living thing. He felt the pulse of their son, fragile and new, against his chest, and it anchored him. The world outside the room...everything else...seemed to fade.

Jin leaned closer, examining Jaehyun with gentle care. “He’s healthy,” he confirmed to them both, his tone warm and assured. “As you can tell by his scent, his subgender is alpha. He's eight and a half pounds, twenty-three inches long.” A chuckle slipped through him, light but full of admiration. “No wonder Jimin had to have a C-section. This pup is going to be big…just like his Appa.”

Jungkook’s chest swelled again with pride. He pressed another gentle kiss to Jaehyun’s forehead, brushing a protective hand along his back. The weight of being both father and protector settled comfortably on him...he’d never felt more alive or grounded.

Jin laughed softly, glancing between Jimin and Jungkook. “Wait until you see him stretch his long legs out. I don’t know how Jimin carried a pup that big in his little body.”

Jungkook’s gaze softened as he looked at Jimin, still glowing with exhaustion and awe. There was something sacred in the way his omega’s eyes held wonder and vulnerability, something that made Jungkook want to shield him from every possible harm.

Jin straightened, adopting a more serious but gentle tone. “Jungkook, you can take Jimin back to your room tomorrow, but there are some strict guidelines you both must follow.”

Jimin nodded, catching every word, his eyes flicking to Jungkook for reassurance. “I understand,” he whispered softly.

“First,” Jin continued, turning to Jimin, “no lifting anything heavier than Jaehyun, no tugging. I used dissolvable stitches that will dissolve on their own. Keep the incision dry. For showers I can give you a box of waterproof bandages to cover the incision. No sex for three weeks. Walk as much as you can, but rest whenever you feel tired. For the most part, your wolf healing will kick in. You should be good as new in a week or so...and...”

“We need to get you up and walking today,” Jin added, his gaze steady on Jimin.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened instantly. “He just had major surgery. He’s not getting up today.” His voice was low, rough with the edge of raw protectiveness, and he instinctively inched closer to Jimin, placing a hand lightly on his hip.

Jin’s expression remained calm but firm. “He has to. Walking prevents blood clots. We’ll walk him around the clinic and back...just to get the blood pumping.”

The tension in Jungkook’s chest didn’t ease immediately, but he knew Jin was right. His eyes softened slightly as he looked at Jimin’s exhausted but trusting gaze. “I’ll help him walk,” he said finally, voice low and rough with emotion.

“Okay,” Jin replied, “but we need to help him up on the side of the bed.”

Jungkook carefully placed Jaehyun in the bassinet, handling him like fragile porcelain. His gaze lingered for a moment, drinking in the sight of their son’s soft, perfect features, before he turned back to Jimin. His eyes darkened with concern and love. “Are you ready, baby?”

Jimin swallowed hard, hand brushing instinctively over his tender abdomen. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” he whispered.

Jungkook slid one hand behind Jimin’s shoulders and the other around his thighs, easing him gently onto the side of the bed. Pain shot through Jimin, making him cry out softly.

“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” Jungkook murmured, voice thick with worry, his own chest tightening at the sound of Jimin’s discomfort.

“No…I’m just extremely sore,” Jimin admitted, wincing, eyes closing for a brief moment as he tried to steady his breath.

Jin’s calm, steady voice cut through the tension. “It’s normal, Jungkook.”

Jungkook positioned himself in front of Jimin, hands on his waist, slowly guiding him upright. Every muscle in his body tensed with the desire to shield his omega from even the smallest discomfort. Jimin panted and whimpered, and Jungkook’s heart twisted at the sound. He cast a sharp glance at Jin, voice low and edged with frustration. “Is this really necessary right now?”

“Yes,” Jin said firmly, though warmth lingered in his gaze.

Jimin gripped the IV pole for support, lips parted slightly. “I’m ready,” he murmured.

“Lean on me, baby. I’ve got you,” Jungkook reassured him, pressing close enough to feel Jimin’s slight trembling against him.

Step by careful step, they moved around the clinic. Jungkook’s eyes never left Jimin, scanning for any hint of faltering. Every micro-adjustment, every tilt of his body, every subtle shift of Jimin’s weight was met with immediate, instinctive support. His chest ached with the need to protect, to ease every bit of pain, to hold his omega and their son safe from the world.

Jimin glanced up at him once, voice soft and tremulous. “Thank you…for helping me.”

Jungkook’s rumble was deep, thick with emotion. “Always, baby. Always.”

By the time they returned to the bed, a quiet rhythm of trust, resilience, and careful protection had settled over them. Once Jungkook helped Jimin settle back onto the pillows, he adjusted the blanket around him, careful not to tug or strain the stitches. Jimin let out a soft sigh of relief, leaning back into the pillows, muscles finally relaxing.

“Can I…hold him again?” Jimin asked quietly, eyes already flicking to the bassinet where Jaehyun lay curled up, tiny fingers twitching in sleep.

“Of course, baby,” Jungkook murmured, brushing a hand along Jimin’s arm. “I’ll be right here.”

Jungkook walked over to the bassinet and reached in with big hands and gathered the little bundle up. He walked back over to the bed, Jimin’s hands shook slightly as he reached out, and Jungkook helped guide Jaehyun back into his mates arms. The pup stirred softly, letting out a tiny whimper, and Jimin’s chest swelled with awe and tenderness. He pressed Jaehyun to his chest, marveling at how small and perfect he was, tracing a finger along the curve of his cheek.

“Look at you…my tiny wolf,” Jimin whispered, voice thick with emotion. “You’re so perfect.” He glanced up at Jungkook, eyes shining. “I can't wait to take him to our nest.”

Jungkook leaned closer, pressing a warm kiss to Jimin’s temple, then trailed his lips to the top of Jaehyun’s soft head. “One day soon,” he whispered, “we’ll all be in our nest together… and nothing in the world will touch us there.”

Jimin smiled softly, pressing his cheek to Jaehyun’s, and Jungkook’s gaze lingered on them both, filled with quiet awe. Slowly, the room seemed to fade around them, leaving only the warmth of family, the gentle protection of love, and the peaceful presence of their tiny wolf.

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The evening light spilled through the tall windows, soft and golden, when Jungkook finally helped Jimin across the threshold of their bedroom. His arm was firm around his omega’s waist, steady and unyielding, while his other hand gripped the carrier that cradled their newborn son.

Every step was careful, measured. The distance wasn’t far, but Jungkook treated it as if they were crossing miles of dangerous ground. His omega’s body was still fragile, tender from surgery, and Jungkook held him as though he were spun from glass. Jimin leaned into him, drawing strength from the steady thrum of his alpha’s heartbeat against his side.

The moment they crossed into their room, the air shifted. The familiar scent of their nest enveloped them...thick with the comforting blend of alpha musk and sweet omega warmth, woven into every pillow, every blanket. It was untouched since they’d left for the clinic, exactly as they’d left it: layered, lived-in, saturated with them.

Jimin’s breath hitched. His hand fisted in Jungkook’s shirt, eyes glassing with tears. “Kook…” he whispered, his voice breaking. “It still smells like us. You kept it safe.”

Jungkook’s jaw flexed, his chest tightening with the weight of his omega’s words. He bent his head, brushing his lips reverently against Jimin’s temple. “Of course,” he murmured. His voice was low, unwavering. “No one touches our nest. No one. It’s only for you, me and now Jaehyun. Only for us.”

He guided Jimin slowly to the nest, helping him sink into the layered bedding with infinite care. Jungkook fussed, arranging pillows behind his back, tucking blankets just right, mindful of the tenderness of his belly. His hands were gentle but meticulous, making sure his omega was cocooned in comfort before he allowed himself to exhale.

Jimin melted into the familiar embrace of their nest, the tension in his body loosening with every heartbeat. The space wrapped around him like a memory and a promise, warm and safe.

Only once Jimin was settled did Jungkook crouch by the carrier, lifting their son into his arms. The pup squirmed, nose twitching, and let out a thin whimper that pierced straight into Jungkook’s heart. At once, a deep rumble rose from the alpha’s chest, steady and grounding, vibrating through the room. The pup stilled, soothed instinctively by the sound.

“Shh, little wolf,” Jungkook whispered, cradling the tiny body against his broad chest. “Appa’s here. Eomma’s waiting.”

Jimin’s arms trembled as he reached out, need radiating from every fiber of him. Jungkook knelt at the nest’s edge, passing their pup into his omega’s waiting hold with a reverence usually reserved for sacred things.

The moment the baby touched his chest, Jimin broke. The small, fragile weight pressed against him, warm and alive, and his tears fell unchecked. The pup wriggled once, then relaxed completely, nuzzling into Jimin’s scent. A shaky breath left the omega as he bent down, kissing the fine down on his son’s head.

“Welcome home, baby,” Jimin whispered, voice trembling with love. “Our nest is whole now.”

Jungkook eased down beside them, his large frame curving protectively around his mate and child. His arm slid firmly around Jimin’s waist, grounding him, while his other hand covered almost the entirety of the pup’s tiny back. His forehead pressed against Jimin’s temple, and when he spoke, his voice was rough, unpolished, but full of unshakable devotion.

“This is it,” Jungkook murmured. “This is everything. You. Him. Us. No one will ever touch this space. It belongs only to us.”

The pup gave a small sigh, the sound so soft it was almost lost in the rumble of Jungkook’s purr. Jimin’s lips curved into a tired but luminous smile, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned deeper into his alpha’s warmth.

“Home,” he breathed, the word trembling with prayer and promise.

Jungkook’s answering growl-purr filled the space, low and constant, wrapping around his family like a shield as they lay back against the soft pillows.

After a while, the pup stirred, a soft sound breaking the hushed stillness of the room. His tiny arms lifted above his head, fists curling tight, and his little legs kicked out beneath the blanket. The stretch was clumsy but determined, his whole body trembling with the effort. His lips parted in a squeaky whine, as though the simple act of uncurling from the safety of his nest of warmth was a mighty battle.

Jimin let out a wet laugh through his tears, watching the movement in awe. “Oh my God… look at him,” he whispered, his voice trembling but full of delight. “So strong already.”

Jungkook’s chest swelled with pride, a smile tugging at his lips as he reached to steady the baby’s flailing foot with a fingertip. Even in something so small, so simple, he saw strength...his son’s determination written into the line of those tiny stretched-out legs.

“He’s big like his Appa,” Jungkook said softly, almost smug, though the words came out hoarse with emotion. His pride wasn’t vanity...it was fierce, primal, protective. A claim.

The pup let out another squeak before relaxing, his limbs going boneless as he burrowed closer against Jimin’s chest. The little display had drained him, leaving him in that newborn haze between sleep and wakefulness.

Jimin’s heart clenched, overcome by the simple miracle of it. He bent to kiss his son’s tiny knuckles, then pressed another kiss to Jungkook’s jaw where it rested against his temple. “He’s perfect,” Jimin breathed. “Every part of him.”

Jungkook rumbled deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through them both, a resonance that the pup responded to with a soft sigh. He nuzzled Jimin’s hair, inhaling the delicate, grounding mix of his omega’s scent and their pup’s new, milky smell. For a moment, he just let it fill him...until the edges of memory flickered unbidden.

There had been no one to rumble like this for him when he was small. No warm arms, no safe scent-soaked nest. His parents had been wealthy, their home sprawling and cold, filled with polished marble and endless rooms. But there had been no warmth in it, no softness. No one to gather him close when he cried. No kisses pressed to his hair, no arms rocking him through nightmares. Just nannies who came and went, and parents who believed that affection made an alpha weak.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened at the memory, his fists clenching reflexively against the blanket. The ache of that loveless childhood lingered in him still, but as he looked down at the tiny bundle in Jimin’s arms, instincts coiled around his son like steel.

Never.

Never would his pup know that kind of loneliness. Never would he reach for warmth and find nothing. Never would he cry out and go unheard. Jungkook swore it in silence, swore it with every thundering beat of his heart, swore it in the way he drew Jimin and their son tighter against his chest as though his body could shield them from the world.

“He’s ours,” Jungkook said fiercely, reverently, his voice almost breaking. “Our little wolf. Safe.”

Jimin turned his face into Jungkook’s throat, his tears dampening the alpha’s skin, but his smile was radiant. “Safe,” he whispered back.

The pup gave a tiny sigh, as if echoing the promise, and the nest fell quiet again...wrapped in warmth, thick with their mingled scent, and bound by a love that nothing could touch

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The room was quiet, bathed in the soft amber glow of the nightlight, but the fragile silence was broken by the high-pitched wail of their newborn. Jungkook’s eyes snapped open instantly. Every muscle tensed, every instinct flaring as he scanned the room. The whimpering came from the bassinet beside the nest, and Jimin stirred slightly in his sleep.

“What's all this racket, little wolf?” Jungkook murmured, his deep voice vibrating through the room like a protective shield. He swung his legs out of the blankets, moving with deliberate quiet, and reached for Jaehyun. The tiny body fit against his chest, and immediately, the baby’s cries softened into whimpers, soothed by the calming wave of Jungkook’s pheromones.

But the alpha caught the faint, telltale scent of a messy diaper. “Ah…so that’s it,” he muttered, already making moves to fix the situation. He carried the pup with careful precision into the nursery, where the changing table waited, fully stocked. Jaehyun let out a small, wet squeak as Jungkook unfastened the diaper, revealing a messy blowout. Jungkook’s lips twitched with exasperated amusement.

“What has Eomma been feeding you, huh, little wolf?” he asked softly, wrinkling his nose as he gently cleaned the baby...making sure to clean inside all of the cracks and crevices of his little fat rolls. Jaehyun cooed in reply, the small sounds tugging at Jungkook’s chest even as he scrubbed away the mess with meticulous care. Every touch was tender, deliberate, ensuring the baby was comfortable and safe.

Once clean, Jungkook slid a fresh diaper into place and dressed Jaehyun in a soft onesie patterned with little wolves and moons. He rubbed his hands with sanitizer, inhaling deeply, and then cradled the tiny bundle close.

Returning to the bedroom, Jungkook froze for a moment when he saw Jimin sitting up against the pillows, eyes heavy but shining. His gaze softened immediately, but the protective instinct still flared.

“Baby…you should have waited for me to help you,” he murmured, voice low and rough, walking over to Jimin’s side.

“I… I feel a little stronger now,” Jimin whispered, brushing a hand over the blanket and meeting Jungkook’s eyes. The alpha’s tension eased slightly.

“Alright,” Jungkook said, offering the pup carefully into Jimin’s waiting arms. Jaehyun stirred, small fingers twitching, but quieted as he felt the warmth of his eomma’s chest. Jimin lowered the front snap of his gown and guided Jaehyun to his breast. The tiny mouth found its mark instinctively, and the soft, rhythmic suckling filled the room, blending with the occasional sigh and contented coo.

Jungkook settled beside them, one arm curving protectively around Jimin’s shoulders, the other hand resting lightly on the baby’s back. He pressed his forehead to Jimin’s temple, feeling the steady warmth of his mate and pup against him. His chest ached with a mixture of pride, love, and the raw, unshakable instinct to protect.

The tiny bundle stretched against Jimin, little arms waving, legs kicking softly. Jungkook’s eyes softened at the sight, and he whispered, “Look at you… my little wolf.” He let the rumble in his chest vibrate quietly, a constant reassurance for both Jimin and their son.

Jimin’s chest rose and fell with each careful suckle, eyes closed, lips pressed to the soft downy crown of Jaehyun’s head. “Home,” he breathed, a word so full of promise and prayer it seemed to anchor the room itself.

Jungkook’s purr of contentment deepened as he watched, the three of them cocooned in their own scents, their own warmth. Safe. Complete. Whole. The night stretched softly around them, filled with quiet breathing, tiny coos, and the slow, tethering rhythm of a new family finally together.

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The first light of morning spilled softly through the curtains, warm and golden, casting a gentle glow over their nest. Jimin stirred first, eyelids fluttering open to see Jungkook leaning over him, his eyes dark and tender, full of awe and quiet protectiveness. His presence made Jimin’s chest tighten with a mix of love and vulnerability. Jungkook’s lips met his in a slow, lingering kiss, careful and deliberate, and Jimin melted into it, savoring the closeness and the grounding warmth of his alpha.

For a few precious moments, they simply existed together...skin to skin, breath mingling, hearts falling into an easy rhythm. Outside the room, the world went on, but here, there was only them, the soft sheets cradling their bodies and the unspoken promise that they would face everything together.

Jimin let out a soft sigh, nudging closer, rubbing at the tender spot along his abdomen. “I hope Jaehyun stays asleep for at least another hour,” he murmured, voice heavy with both fatigue and longing. “I’d love a hot shower.”

Jungkook brushed a strand of hair from Jimin’s forehead, eyes soft as he smiled. “I’ll help you, baby. Don’t worry,” he said, his voice low and reassuring.

“What about work today?” Jimin asked, concern flickering in his tired eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to...?”

“No,” Jungkook interrupted gently, placing a hand over Jimin’s, his thumb brushing reassuringly across his skin. “I’m taking the week off. You and Jaehyun are my number one priority always.”

He swung his long legs out of bed, the sheets falling away as he stood, and walked across the room where he left the bag of supplies that Jin has sent with them. He reached down inside and pulled out a large waterproof bandage to protect Jimin's incision from the water.

Returning to the bed, he sat beside Jimin and carefully lifted the gown to expose the tender incision. He peeled the sticker off with precise movements, cleaned the area lightly, and pressed the bandage down smoothly. His fingers lingered momentarily along the curve of Jimin’s belly, tracing the line of the wound, an almost reverent pause as he acknowledged the pain his mate had endured. 

“Thank you, baby… thank you so much for our beautiful pup,” Jungkook whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I’ll treasure him always.” He bent forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Jimin’s lips, letting his gratitude and love settle there.

Jimin’s lips curved into a tired, tender smile against Jungkook’s, his fingers curling around the back of Jungkook’s neck. “We made him together,” he murmured softly, voice trembling just enough to betray the weight of emotion. “He’s ours… all of him.”

Rising, he asked gently, “Do you want me to carry you, or do you want to walk?”

“I’ll walk,” Jimin replied softly, swallowing around the ache in his throat. “Jin said I need to move as much as I can.”

Jungkook nodded, guiding him to the side of the bed with steady hands. Each movement was careful, precise, measured...nothing rushed. He'd cut off his own arm before ever hurting his mate.

Step by step, they made their way toward the shower. Jungkook’s hand stayed firm at Jimin’s back, supporting him, ensuring each footfall was secure. 

Once in the bathroom he stood Jimin by the toilet so he could empty his bladder."Take your time, baby. I'll go check on little wolf and grab the baby monitor." 

Jimin nodded, gripping the edge of the counter for support. Jungkook’s hands lingered for a moment on his shoulders, steadying him before he slipped out of the bathroom. The soft click of the door marked Jungkook’s brief departure, leaving Jimin to focus on the small, careful movements his body could manage without strain.

Jungkook checked on Jaehyun first. The tiny bundle slept peacefully in the bassinet, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Jungkook picked up the baby monitor, clipping it securely, and carried it with him to the bathroom.

Once back in the bathroom, Jimin had done his business and was standing by the sink already naked and waiting. Jungkook’s eyes softened as he took in the sight of Jimin, standing there pale and flushed from the effort, still tender but determined. He stepped closer, hands gentle on Jimin’s hips, guiding him toward the shower as he reached in and turned it on. “Alright, baby, let’s get you cleaned up,” he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from Jimin’s forehead before leaning in to press a soft kiss there.

The warm hiss of water greeted them as Jungkook tested the temperature, adjusting until it was perfect. He stripped off his own clothes then gently guided Jimin under the stream, hands gentle but firm, and stepped in behind him...he felt the tension in his omega’s body slowly give way. Jimin tipped his head back, eyes closed, letting out a quiet, blissful moan as the warm water poured over him.

“It feels so good,” Jimin whispered.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple. He began washing Jimin from head to toe, slow, careful, deliberate. Every touch was full of devotion, ensuring nothing strained the incision or caused discomfort.

Once Jimin was clean, Jungkook stepped under the spray to wash himself. They rinsed together, the warm water washing away the tension, the ache of surgery, and the fatigue of their first sleepless night. When he turned off the water, Jungkook wrapped a towel around his waist and draped Jimin’s plush robe over his shoulders, hands lingering on the fabric, letting him feel secure, loved, protected.

He guided Jimin to the double vanity, brushing their teeth side by side. Jungkook shaved carefully, stealing glances at Jimin’s serene face as he attended to his skincare. Together, they moved in unspoken rhythm, small, intimate tasks reinforcing the closeness that filled the room.

Back in the bedroom, Jimin asked to sit up for a while. Jungkook helped him onto the soft couch, propping pillows behind his back. Then a tiny whimper from the bassinet reminded them of their son.

“I’ll get him for you,” Jungkook murmured. He moved over to the bassinet, bending down to press a tender kiss to the crown of Jaehyun’s soft head. Cradling their son with careful, sure hands, he lifted him gently and carried him to the nursery. A quick diaper change later, he returned to Jimin and carefully placed Jaehyun into his arms.

“Good morning, my little love,” Jimin whispered, his voice soft and trembling with awe as he held Jaehyun close. The warmth of the tiny body pressed against his chest, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat under Jimin’s hand, made his chest ache with a fierce, tender love. He marveled at the soft weight of Jaehyun’s fingers curling around his own, so small, so fragile, yet somehow already claiming him as their own.

Jaehyun’s lips found his breast instinctively, latching with a natural, delicate determination. The soft suckling, combined with the tiny, contented sighs escaping the pup, made Jimin’s eyes glisten with tears. He brushed a gentle hand over the downy hair at the nape of his son’s neck, tracing the curve of his tiny cheek, committing every detail to memory.

He let out a quiet, shaky breath, overwhelmed by the beauty of the moment, the perfection in his arms, and the undeniable sense that his heart had never known such fullness before. Every small movement...the twitch of a finger, the press of a tiny nose against his skin...felt sacred, a miracle he had waited a lifetime to hold.

“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” Jungkook whispered, crouched beside them, eyes soft and shining with pride. “Watching you feed him…it’s… it’s everything.”

Jimin smiled, voice soft. “He’s ours,” he whispered, brushing a hand along the baby’s back.

Jungkook got up and sat down beside them on the couch, wrapped an arm around Jimin, pulling him close so their bodies formed a protective circle around their son. He rested his chin atop Jimin’s shoulder, eyes soft and steady, and whispered, “We did this…all of this…together.” In that quiet, golden morning light, the three of them simply existed, perfectly and completely, as a family.

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Later that night the room was still, thick with the mingled warmth of Jimin and their newborn pup. Jungkook lay awake, unable to go back to sleep after Jaehyun's last diaper change and feeding. His muscles were coiled under the thin sheet, eyes tracing the ceiling as a storm of thoughts raged through his mind. Lorenzo’s betrayal, his greed, the very image of him scheming to steal and sell pups like currency...wanting to sell HIS pup to the highest bidder like he was fucking cattle at an auction. It set Jungkook’s blood on fire. Jungkook's pheromones released into the air...bitterness and anger swirled around the room.

Jaehyun stirred in the bassinet, letting out a small whimper that tugged at Jungkook’s heart. The pup smelled the tension, sensed the sharp edge of his Appa’s emotions, and Jungkook instinctively shifted closer to the bassinet. Without thinkink, Jungkook leaned forward and a low, steady hum of soothing pheromones spilled from him, wrapping around Jimin and the pup. The scent was warm, grounding, and protective; it pressed against their senses like a shield, steadying little Jaehyun’s heart and lulling Jimin back toward sleep.

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ASSERTING DOMINANCE 

The council room was quiet, thick with the scent of cigar smoke and polished wood. Heavy curtains muffled the outside world, leaving the chamber bathed in a dim amber glow. Around the long obsidian table, the city’s most powerful syndicate leaders sat in tense silence, eyes darting toward the entrance. They knew the Nocturne Syndicate did not summon a council lightly.

Jungkook entered first, his presence alone enough to command attention. His shoulders were broad, posture perfect, every step deliberate. At his side, Yoongi moved like a shadow...silent, composed, dangerous in a way that demanded respect. The room instinctively fell still, and every head turned to gauge the alpha and his underboss.

Jungkook stopped at the head of the table, his gaze sweeping the room. He let the silence linger, the weight of his presence filling every corner. Yoongi remained slightly behind him, arms folded, eyes sharp and unreadable, ready to act at a moment’s notice.

“The city has shifted,” Jungkook began, voice low but sharp, slicing through the thick air. “As you may already know, two threats have been eliminated. Alistar and Lorenzo are dead. The Moonfang Syndicate and the Veleno Nero Syndicate no longer has its leaders.”

The words hung in the air. Some in the room stiffened, others masked their surprise with careful neutrality.

A veteran capo leaned forward, voice wary. “And the remaining players? Alexei? Any other Moonfang assets?”

Yoongi’s eyes flicked to Jungkook for confirmation before he spoke, calm and precise. “Alexei has been neutralized. All operations under his control have been dismantled. Any pups he exploited are now under our protection. The Moonfang remnants pose no further threat.”

A low murmur rippled around the table. Syndicate heads exchanged subtle glances, the implications settling like a storm. Jungkook’s gaze swept over them again, noting every twitch, every reaction, his presence magnetic and threatening all at once.

“I want clarity,” Jungkook continued, voice firmer now, resonant with authority. “Any syndicate that thinks it can exploit the chaos will fail before they even know they’ve been challenged. Yoongi and I will personally oversee all transitions. Cooperation ensures survival. Resistance ensures finality.”

The room went silent. The tension was palpable. Yoongi’s presence amplified it, a constant reminder that Jungkook’s words were backed by lethal precision.

A mid-level boss finally spoke, voice cautious. “Boss… the city’s balance is delicate. Some are already moving to fill the vacuum left by Moonfang.”

Jungkook’s expression darkened, eyes glinting like steel. “Let them try. Every move is anticipated. Every action countered. This council is a reminder...the Nocturne Syndicate is the law now. Not threats. Not rivals. Not the remnants of a failed syndicate. Only us.”

Yoongi’s voice cut through, calm and commanding. “The streets are secure. The city knows Nocturne Syndicate is untouchable. Let it be clear...loyalty is rewarded, betrayal is punished swiftly.”

Heads dropped, murmurs ceased. The weight of the alpha and his underboss pressed down on the room like a tangible force. The leaders could sense the subtle shift...Jungkook had a new kind of fire in his eyes. A mix of lethal authority and something else…a fierceness born from protecting more than just power.

Jungkook allowed a final sweep of the council, letting his presence linger. Then, with a sharp nod to Yoongi, he stood. “Meeting adjourned. Let the city remember...Nocturne Syndicate rules. Always.”

The moment the last council member exited, Jungkook let his shoulders drop slightly, though the tension in the room still clung to him like a second skin. Yoongi stayed close, watching the door, alert as ever, but his gaze softened as he turned to Jungkook.

“We’ve made the statement,” Yoongi said quietly. “They all know the cost of crossing you now.”

Jungkook nodded, still feeling the residual fire of the council’s energy coursing through him. “Yes. But a statement alone isn’t enough. We need to secure every alliance, every territory, every opportunity before anyone decides to test the cracks.”

Yoongi stepped closer, pulling a small tablet from his coat. “I’ve started compiling intel from Lorenzo’s and Alexei's networks. There are gaps, but we can fill them. Rival factions are nervous...they’re waiting to see who moves first.”

Jungkook leaned against the polished table, fingers tracing the edges as he considered the landscape. “Good. We move carefully, methodically. We consolidate. Any remnants of their schemes need to be eradicated quietly, without drawing attention to our strength unnecessarily.”

Yoongi tapped the tablet, bringing up maps, contacts, and schedules. “There’s one more variable,” he said, eyes sharp. “Alexei’s remaining connections. Some of them are still active overseas. If we don’t act, they could try to rebuild quietly.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “I’ll make a list. Every name. Every potential threat. Clean, efficient, like the others.” His voice was low, deadly calm. “No mistakes this time. No loose ends.”

Yoongi nodded, his own expression darkening. “Understood. I’ll coordinate the surveillance teams and have updates on anyone moving suspiciously within the week. The network will be secure before the end of the month.”

Jungkook’s gaze softened slightly as it fell on the empty chair across from him. “And the pack?” he asked. “We need to reassure them...reinforce loyalty and confidence. They can’t feel the slightest tremor in leadership.”

Yoongi smirked faintly. “I’ve already drafted the message for the lieutenants. We’ll host a small gathering tonight...show strength, unity, and control. Let everyone see that the alpha and underboss are untouchable, and that the pack’s future is solid.”

Jungkook allowed a small, sharp nod. “Good. Make it subtle. Confidence, not arrogance. Fear and respect combined. That’s how we maintain balance.”

Yoongi stepped back slightly, giving Jungkook the space to breathe, the weight of decisions pressing on both of them. “Everything is in motion. The syndicate will be stronger than ever. And the pack…nothing can harm them now.”

Jungkook’s eyes drifted briefly to the darkened window, thinking of Jimin and Jaehyun sleeping peacefully in the safety of their nest. “Yes,” he murmured, voice almost to himself. “No one will touch my family. Not ever. Every move we make will protect them first.”

Yoongi inclined his head, silent support radiating from him, and together they began to map out the coming days...alliances to strengthen, territories to secure, enemies to monitor. Each decision was precise, calculated, a dance of shadows and influence that only the Nocturne Syndicate could perform.

The strategy session stretched long into the night, but by its end, the plans were clear, the networks fortified, and the message sent to anyone daring enough to think of challenging Jungkook: the alpha was untouchable, the syndicate unshakable, and his pack… inviolable.

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Later That Night - Pack Meeting 

The main floor of the Nocturne Syndicate headquarters hummed with restrained energy. Leather chairs lined the long mahogany table, every seat occupied by men and women hardened by years in Jungkook’s service. The air carried the faint sting of cigar smoke, the musk of leather, and an undercurrent of Jungkook’s alpha pheromones...calm, controlled, but heavy enough to keep everyone’s instincts firmly in place.

Jungkook entered first, Yoongi close at his side. Conversations died instantly. Every capo and lieutenant straightened, eyes fixed on their alpha.

Namjoon, the head capo, sat nearest the center. His broad shoulders were squared, sharp gaze steady, a presence that radiated quiet confidence. To his right sat Choi Dong-wook, an older capo with silvering hair and eyes as cold as steel; he controlled the Syndicate’s shipping and weapons routes. Across from him lounged Yoon Min-jae, younger, sharp-jawed, and ambitious, his territory rooted in nightclubs, gambling dens, and the underworld’s vices.

Their lieutenants filled the chairs behind them: men and women who answered directly to each capo but ultimately bent knee to Jungkook.

“Sit,” Jungkook said, voice low but cutting through the room like a blade. Everyone obeyed without hesitation.

He stood at the head of the table, eyes sweeping over them. “Tonight isn’t just a meeting. It’s a demonstration. The syndicate has faced threats...internal and external. Some are gone. Some may still linger. That doesn’t matter. What matters is that we move forward, united, without hesitation.”

Yoongi stepped forward, calm and steady. “Surveillance has been tightened. Networks are locked down. Any attempt to rebuild from the ashes of Lorenzo or Alistar will be seen before it breathes life. And snuffed out.”

A ripple of murmurs ran along the lieutenants. Dong-wook raised a brow, arms folding over his chest. “And the ports?” His voice was gravelly, skeptical. “There are whispers of outsiders nosing around, testing boundaries. If they think the Nocturne Syndicate is fractured...”

Jungkook’s mouth curved into a thin smile, dangerous and sure. “Then let them test. They’ll find the ports locked in iron, and their corpses feeding the sea. Make no mistake...our strength isn’t diminished. It’s sharpened.”

Namjoon leaned forward slightly, steady voice carrying weight. “You’ve all seen what happens to betrayal. You’ve seen what happens to weakness. The alpha has made it clear: the pack comes first, the syndicate second. That order will not change.” His gaze cut across the lieutenants until they lowered their eyes in submission.

Min-jae shifted in his chair, smirking faintly, but his tone was careful. “And territories left vacant? Street crews without masters are already looking for a flag to follow. If we don’t move fast, someone else will.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, power rolling through the room like thunder. “Then move. Consolidate. Take everything that isn’t nailed down. Anyone who refuses to bend the knee burns with the rest. You have your orders.”

Silence followed, heavy and absolute. Then one by one, the lieutenants answered in unison, voices low and firm. “Yes, Alpha.”

The weight of unity...enforced by fear, respect, and loyalty...settled into the room.

Jungkook finally leaned his hands against the polished wood table, gaze sharp as a blade. “Remember this: we are untouchable because we are united. Fail, and you are gone. Understand?”

The chorus came louder this time. “Yes, Alpha.”

As the lieutenants and their capos filed out, murmuring among themselves, Namjoon remained, exchanging a hard look with Dong-wook and Min-jae. Whatever doubts had lingered were buried under the iron certainty Jungkook left behind.

Yoongi stepped closer, voice quiet enough for only Jungkook to hear. “They’re loyal...for now.”

“They’ll stay loyal,” Jungkook murmured, eyes still fixed on the doorway. “Or they won’t stay at all.”

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The hallways outside the council chamber were quieter now, though the silence was uneasy...thick with the weight of what had just unfolded. Small clusters of lieutenants lingered, voices kept low, wary of echoing against the concrete walls. The air smelled faintly of sweat and cigarette smoke, heavy with the tension of men who had seen power shift before their eyes.

Min-jae stood with his back to the wall, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning the corridor. “Did you see the way he carried himself in there?” he murmured, keeping his voice just above a whisper. “Jungkook didn’t just end Lorenzo and Alistar...he buried any thought of rebellion with them. ”

Beside him, Dong-wook rubbed the back of his neck, still unsettled. “It wasn’t just him,” he said quietly. “Yoongi too. The way they moved together… you could feel it. Like two blades pressed to your throat. No hesitation. No cracks.”

A pair of younger lieutenants passed, their steps quick, their hushed words bleeding into the silence. “He’s untouchable now,” one muttered. “The other syndicates won’t dare blink wrong.”

Min-jae let out a low hum of agreement. “That’s the thing. It wasn’t just power. It was control. Every word he spoke was measured, deliberate. That kind of certainty...” He shook his head. “It leaves no room for mistakes. Not from us. Not from anyone.”

Dong-wook’s jaw tightened, the memory of Jungkook’s cold stare flashing in his mind. “I’ve seen alphas lead before,” he said, “but this? He’s not leading just a syndicate anymore. He’s leading like it’s his pack. And crossing a wolf defending his pack…” He trailed off, grimacing. “That’s suicide.”

A silence stretched between them as other groups whispered nearby...some speculating about expansion, others warning against speaking too freely. The whole corridor thrummed with a careful kind of awe, as though everyone was testing the air before daring to breathe.

Finally, Min-jae exhaled slowly, his words quiet but firm. “He’s set the rules now. No mistakes. No mercy. Either we keep in step…or we vanish.”

Dong-wook nodded once, sharply. “Then we keep in step.”

The unspoken truth hung heavy between them, shared by every man in the hall: the Nocturne Syndicate was no longer just a criminal empire. Under Jungkook and Yoongi, it had become something untouchable...a fortress built on loyalty, precision, and the ruthless ferocity of an alpha protecting what was his.

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The room was wrapped in stillness, the kind of quiet that carried its own weight. Only the soft hum of the air conditioning and the faint rustle of the night breeze through the open windows dared to intrude. Jungkook paused in the doorway of their bedroom, the sight before him stealing his breath.

Jimin lay curled against Jaehyun, their pup’s tiny body molded to his chest, his soft whimpers a gentle reminder of life and fragility. The blankets were twisted just so around them, pillows cradling Jimin’s shoulders, the scent of their shared space...warm, intimate, their own...clinging to everything.

Jungkook’s chest tightened, a visceral ache of protectiveness coiling in his core. Every fiber of him screamed to shield them, to press them close, to make sure no harm ever touched his mate or his pup. Slowly, he crossed the room, each step deliberate, careful not to disturb the delicate rhythm of their sleep.

Leaning over the nest, he brushed his lips softly against Jimin’s temple, lingering just long enough to press a quiet promise into the touch. Jimin stirred, eyes half-lidded, gaze soft with drowsy recognition.

“You smell like cigar smoke,” Jimin murmured, voice thick with sleep, the words barely above a whisper. “Meetings tonight?”

Jungkook hummed, a low, resonant sound, the faintest curve tugging at his lips. “Yes,” he replied quietly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Jimin’s forehead. “I’ll take a shower...get rid of the smell. Don’t worry, baby.”

Jimin nuzzled closer, tiny fingers grazing over Jungkook’s chest, tracing a path that sent a shiver through him. “Hurry back,” he murmured, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.

Jungkook lowered himself slightly, resting his forehead against Jimin’s, breathing in the layered scents of the nest...Jimin, the faint warmth of Jaehyun, the soft hint of milky pup, honey and lemons...and Jungkook's dark spices from the blankets. “Always,” he whispered, his voice low and reverent.

His hands lingered briefly on Jimin’s shoulders, thumbs brushing along the gentle curves, memorizing the weight and warmth of him, before he gently lifted his gaze. The tiny rise and fall of Jaehyun’s chest reminded him again of the responsibility he bore...and of the unshakable love that anchored him.

Careful not to disturb the nest, he straightened, casting one final glance at the two of them. Every instinct thrummed beneath his skin, coiled tight with protection, reverence, and need. He turned toward the bathroom, moving silently, the soft click of the door closing behind him marking the boundary between the quiet intimacy of the bedroom and the small, private solitude of the shower.

Jungkook stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over his shoulders, hissing softly as it hit the tile. Steam curled around him, softening the edges of the room, but even here, his mind stayed with Jimin and Jaehyun. The scent of his mate lingered in the house, mixed with the faint smell of his own meetings...the cigar smoke, the sweat of exertion, the tension of strategy and confrontation.

He reached for the soap, letting the water run over him as he scrubbed the remnants of the day away, but even the physical act of cleansing couldn’t erase the thoughts of his family from his mind. He imagined Jimin’s small, rounded body pressed against theirs, fingers curling around Jaehyun’s tiny hands, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in sleep.

Jungkook’s fingers brushed over his jaw as he washed, muscles coiled and tense, heart clenching with the need to protect. Every instinct screamed that nothing, no threat, no outsider, no mistake, would ever touch his mate or their son. He could still feel the ghost of the council, the weight of the syndicate meeting pressing at his chest, but it faded under the warmth of their scent in his memory.

He tilted his head back, letting the water pound against him, and for a moment closed his eyes. He imagined picking Jaehyun up, cradling the tiny bundle close to his chest, whispering soft, low hums to calm him in the middle of the night. He saw Jimin’s sleep-tinged smile, the small hand brushing against his own, and a rush of tenderness and possessiveness flooded him.

Jungkook reached for the shampoo, lathering his hair and letting the suds run over his shoulders, and he couldn’t help but smile faintly at the thought of how alert Jaehyun had been this past week, only a month old and he’d reached for him, recognized him, already so aware of his Appa’s presence. He was growing fast...faster than Jungkook was ready for...but he would always be there, always protecting both of them.

He rinsed off, letting the hot water run down, washing away the tension of the meetings, the threats, the political games, leaving only the raw, unshakable love and need to keep his family safe. The water slowed, and finally, he turned it off, letting the steam linger as he stepped out.

Jungkook wrapped a towel around his waist, hands lingering on the thick fabric as he inhaled deeply, picturing the nest just down the hall. He grabbed his robe, draping it over his shoulders, then stepped quietly back toward the bedroom. The house was still, Jaehyun breathing softly in his sleep, Jimin curled up beside him, small and vulnerable and perfect.

He paused at the threshold, letting his eyes roam over them, taking in the soft rise of Jimin’s chest, the tiny, delicate movements of their son. Jungkook’s lips curved into a soft, possessive smile, and he leaned down, brushing a long, lingering kiss across Jimin’s forehead, careful not to wake the sleeping pup.

Jungkook’s eyes flicked to Jaehyun, still nestled against Jimin, breathing soft and even in his sleep. Gently, he shifted closer, careful not to disturb Jimin, and brushed a finger against Jaehyun's chubby little cheek. The warmth of their bodies, the soft scent of his family...it all pulled at him, stirred every protective instinct.

Slowly, he leaned down and cradled their pup in his arms. Jaehyun stirred slightly, a small whimper escaping, but the low hum of Jungkook’s steady pheromones immediately soothed him. “Shh, little wolf,” Jungkook whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the baby’s downy head. “Appa’s got you.”

Chapter Text

TWO YEARS LATER 

The sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jungkook’s office, casting warm light across the dark wood panels and polished black furniture. From this vantage, all that could be seen were rolling, misty mountains...the city a distant, meaningless hum compared to the serene power of the peaks surrounding the mansion.

Jungkook sat behind his massive desk, sharp suit tailored perfectly, posture relaxed yet commanding. Papers, folders, and digital tablets lay neatly arranged, but his attention wasn’t on the syndicate’s latest business reports. His mind drifted to the past two years...the battles, the negotiations, the careful dismantling of rival families. The Nocturne Syndicate wasn’t just surviving anymore; it was dominant. Every move, every alliance, every calculated threat had brought him here, to this quiet, powerful moment in his mountain mansion.

Then came the sound of delighted squeals...high-pitched, excited, and unmistakably his son’s.

Jaehyun, still a tiny toddler with curly dark hair and sparkling doe eyes, barreled across the plush carpet of Jungkook’s office, giggling uncontrollably as Jungkook's Doberman, Bam, chased after him. The little boy’s short legs pumped furiously as he tried to dodge the enthusiastic dog snapping playfully at his heels.

“Appa! Appa, save me!” Jaehyun squealed, wobbling slightly as he skidded toward Jungkook’s desk, Bam hot on his tail, barking in sheer excitement.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate. Years of honed reflexes, both as an alpha and as a mafia don, had him out of his chair in a flash. He swooped down just as Jaehyun tumbled forward, toddler arms flailing. With a single, practiced motion, Jungkook scooped him up into his arms, holding him securely against his chest.

“That’s my boy,” he murmured, voice deep but warm, pressing a gentle kiss to Jaehyun’s temple. “Nothing’s going to get you while I’m around.”

Bam barked happily, circling Jungkook’s feet, tail wagging frantically. Jungkook crouched slightly, letting his thumb stroke the slick brown fur while Jaehyun squealed in delight, clutching at his father’s suit.

Jimin leaned in from the doorway, smiling softly at the scene. He was barefoot, and his yellow sundress was clinging to his curves...curves that were still soft and inviting, body radiating warmth and maternal strength. “Looks like someone’s having fun,” he said, voice teasing, watching his son wriggle in Jungkook’s arms and Bam bounce around like chaos incarnate.

Jungkook’s dark grin returned, fingers ruffling Jaehyun’s curls possessively. “Yeah…you’re both trouble,” he murmured, voice low and amused. Then he glanced at Jimin, letting his gaze linger, possessive and molten. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. My omega…my pup…my family.”

Jaehyun wriggled happily in Jungkook’s arms, tiny giggles filling the office, while Bam barked again, tail wagging like mad. Jungkook held him tighter, chuckling softly. Even with the chaos of their lives...syndicate politics, rivalries, and power plays...moments like this reminded him why he fought, why he claimed, why he protected with everything he had.

Jungkook crouched slightly, then with a soft laugh, gently tossed Jaehyun up into the air. The toddler squealed with delight, little arms flailing as Jungkook’s strong hands caught him effortlessly, pressing a quick kiss to his temple. “Again?” Jaehyun begged, eyes sparkling. Jungkook chuckled low and tossed him once more, watching the little boy squeal even louder, and this time Bam barked and jumped in excitement, tail wagging furiously as if cheering them on. Jungkook caught Jaehyun again, holding him close against his chest, dark eyes glinting with warmth and pure, possessive joy.

“Appa! Again! Again!” Jaehyun cried, reaching up to grab at Jungkook’s collar, cheeks flushed with pure joy

Jungkook gently bounced Jaehyun in his arms, little legs kicking with laughter, “No more, you'll get sick.” Jungkook murmured, dark eyes sparkling as he pressed a quick kiss to Jaehyun’s temple. The toddler squealed louder, wriggling happily.

Jimin watched his loves with a soft smile, eyes warm. “You spoil him too much, alpha,” he teased, his voice gentle as he watched Jungkook hold their son.

“Spoiled?” Jungkook’s grin deepened. “No...protected. Loved. Totally mine.” He pressed another kiss, this time to the crown of Jaehyun’s dark head, making the toddler giggle and try to wriggle free. Jungkook laughed low, possessively holding him tighter, before lowering a soft, lingering kiss to Jaehyun’s cheek.

Jimin stepped fully into the office, and walked up to the pair, brushing a hand over Jungkook’s arm. “You two are impossible,” he murmured, voice teasing but full of affection.

“I know,” Jungkook replied, dark gaze sliding to Jimin, molten and protective. He pressed a possessive kiss to Jimin’s temple, then traced down to press his lips softly against the curve of Jimin’s jaw. “And you’re mine, always,” he murmured, thumb brushing along Jimin’s hip possessively.

Jimin shivered, leaning into him, letting the alpha’s touch ground him. “Yours,” he whispered, voice low.

Jungkook chuckled softly, nuzzling Jimin’s neck before pressing one more quick kiss to his lips. Then, with a soft growl of amusement, he glanced down at Jaehyun, who was wriggling in his arms, trying to reach Bam. “All right, troublemaker,” he said, dark grin curling, “let’s see if you can catch him.”

He carefully set Jaehyun on the soft rug of the office floor. The toddler scrambled after Bam, laughter ringing through the room. Jungkook and Jimin watched, leaning close, hands brushing occasionally, and Jungkook pressed a few more quick, possessive kisses to Jimin’s temple and lips as he watched their son play.

“You’re so possessive,” Jimin murmured, shaking his head but smiling warmly.

“You love it,” Jungkook replied, dark grin tugging at his lips. “Every second of it.” He pressed another lingering kiss to Jimin’s lips, soft but possessive, then leaned back slightly to watch Jaehyun chase Bam again, laughter echoing through the office.

“He really looks like a little you running around,” Jimin said softly, a fond smile on his lips as he watched their toddler’s curls bounce with every movement.

Jungkook rumbled low in his chest, pride thick in his voice. “Mmm…that is true,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to Jimin's temple. Then his dark gaze softened as it flicked back over to Jaehyun. “…but his Eomma made him beautiful.”

Jaehyun giggled again, clapping his tiny hands, while Bam barked excitedly and rolled over on his back, tail wagging like mad. Jungkook held his mate a little tighter, chest swelling, as Jimin’s warm hand brushed over his arm.

They watched Jaehyun play for a while longer, the Bam bouncing at his heels, until the little boy’s giggles slowed and his tiny legs wobbled. He toddled over to Jimin, eyes wide and pleading.

“Eomma...up, pwease!” he demanded, arms reaching up.

Jimin grunted, bending down to scoop him into his arms. For a toddler, Jaehyun was taller and heavier than average...Jungkook’s genetics shining through...and Jimin felt the familiar strain in his arms. “Whew…my little guy’s getting big,” he murmured, adjusting him on his hip, letting Jaehyun snuggle against his chest.

Jungkook’s deep, amused rumble filled the room behind him. “Baby…let me carry him. He’s getting too big for you to lug around like that.”

Jimin shook his head firmly, lips tilting into a soft smile. “Nonsense. He’s my pup.” He pressed a gentle kiss to Jaehyun’s forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin and inhaling that sweet toddler scent. Jaehyun giggled, snuggling closer into Jimin’s neck.

The toddler leaned back slightly, rubbing his soft little belly with one chubby hand with his little lips pooched out. “Eomma...I hungwy,” he said in that adorably garbled toddler speech, voice earnest and impatient.

Jimin chuckled, brushing a curl from his forehead. “It’s time for dinner, sweetie. Let’s go on down to the dining room, okay?”

Jaehyun’s big eyes shifted toward Jungkook. “Appa…come too?”

Jungkook’s grin was dark and possessive, softening as he knelt slightly to their son’s level. “Of course I am,” he murmured, fingers brushing along Jaehyun’s little shoulders. Then, with a low, playful growl, he nuzzled into the toddler’s chubby neck. Jaehyun squealed with delight, wiggling and giggling from the ticklish sensation. “I wouldn’t miss eating dinner with my pup,” Jungkook said, voice warm and rough at the same time, brushing a stray curl from Jaehyun’s forehead.

Jimin laughed softly, adjusting Jaehyun on his hip so he could walk steadily. Jungkook joined them, Bam following along as he barked happily at their feet.

“Bam can go outside while we eat,” Jimin murmured, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at Jungkook. “He loves running through the rose garden.”

Jungkook leaned down, pressing a possessive kiss to Jimin’s temple before stealing a quick, lingering kiss to his lips. “Alright,” he murmured, dark eyes glinting with warmth. “I’ll let him out for a bit.”

Jaehyun wriggled in Jimin’s arms, tiny feet kicking, before leaning his head against his Eomma’s chest. Bam barked again, tail wagging furiously. Together, the family moved toward the grand staircase, laughter and little squeals filling the mansion. Jungkook’s strong hand rested protectively on Jimin’s lower back as they descended, fingers brushing warmly, while Jaehyun gurgled and pointed at the Bam.

Jungkook’s chest swelled with pride and possessive love. His omega, his toddler...they were his entire world.

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The dining room was quiet, sunlight fading softly through the windows as evening settled over the mansion. The long table was simple but elegant, a cozy space for just the three of them. Jaehyun sat in his high chair, tiny hands gripping his training chopsticks, eyes wide with concentration.

Jimin poured a little milk into Jaehyun’s cup and smiled softly. “You ready to eat, little one?”

“Yes! I hungwy!” Jaehyun declared, his toddler speech thick but full of determination.

Jaehyun picked up a piece of chicken with his chopsticks, struggling a little with the size of the meat. Jimin chuckled. “Need a little help with that, buddy?”

Jungkook stepped in, taking both Jaehyun’s and Jimin’s plates, carefully cutting each piece into bite-sized portions. “Here,” he said softly, placing a perfectly cut piece of chicken on Jaehyun’s plate, then doing the same for Jimin. “All set. Eat nicely.”

Jaehyun’s little hands reached for the food, and he started eating carefully, eyes focused. Each bite was deliberate, and he swallowed proudly before reaching for the next piece. Jungkook watched him, chest swelling with quiet pride.

“Look at you,” Jungkook murmured, leaning closer to press a soft kiss to Jaehyun's temple. “Eating like a champ. My pup…he’s growing up so fast.”

Jimin smiled warmly, brushing his fingers along Jaehyun’s back. “He’s really good at this,” Jimin said, glancing up at Jungkook. “Almost like he knows he’s making Appa proud.”

Jungkook’s lips twitched into a dark, affectionate grin. “Oh, he knows,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin’s temple, then glancing back at their son. “My little wolf…strong, careful, and smart.”

Jaehyun giggled, his little mouth still full. “More! Chicken!” he insisted, pointing eagerly.

Jimin laughed, scooping up a piece from Jungkook’s plate and cutting it into toddler-size bites. “Easy, buddy,” he said, placing the piece on Jaehyun’s plate. “Take it slow.”

Jungkook watched the careful process, his chest swelling with warmth. “He’s growing up so fast,” he murmured, pressing a thumb to Jimin’s hand across the table. “Look at him…my pup, taking care of himself already.”

Jaehyun leaned back slightly, licking his fingers. “Appa…choccy?” he asked, eyes shining.

Jungkook’s deep rumble of amusement filled the room. “Not yet, little man,” he said, grinning. “Eat dinner first, then maybe a little treat. Can’t spoil my pup too early.”

Jimin chuckled and kissed Jaehyun’s forehead. “Patience, little man. Sweets come after dinner.”

Jaehyun clapped his little hands, then looked at Jungkook. “Appa…kiss?”

Jungkook leaned over the table, dark eyes softening, and pressed a gentle, possessive kiss to the toddler’s forehead. “Always, pup,” he said warmly. “Always.”

The rest of the meal was quiet but happy. Jimin and Jungkook fed Jaehyun in tandem, cutting bites for themselves and their son, exchanging soft kisses across the table. The toddler ate carefully, occasionally breaking into giggles or babbling tiny comments about the food.

By the end of the meal, Jaehyun had eaten everything on his plate, licking the last bits from his fingers. Jungkook leaned back in his chair, satisfied. “Good boy,” he murmured, eyes dark with pride. “Appa’s little champ.”

Jimin smiled, resting a hand on Jungkook’s. “He really is,” he said softly. “Our little pup is perfect.”

Jungkook’s thumb brushed along Jimin’s hand possessively. “And mine,” he said quietly. “All mine.”

Jaehyun squirmed in his highchair, tiny hands pressing against the tray as he looked up at Jimin with sleepy, determined eyes. “Appa…down!” he demanded, his little legs kicking softly.

Jimin chuckled, bending to unbuckle him. “Alright, little pup,” he murmured, scooping Jaehyun into his arms. The toddler immediately nuzzled into his chest, arms draping around Jimin’s neck. “There we go…all done.”

“I…sweepy,” Jaehyun mumbled, his voice thick with fatigue. “I sweep in nest wif Eomma and Appa?.”

Jungkook’s chest rumbled with a low, affectionate growl as he stepped closer, brushing a hand through the toddler’s dark curls. “Of course, pup,” he said, dark eyes softening. “Eomma’s got you. Appa’s right here too.”

Jimin adjusted Jaehyun on his hip, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “There we go, sleepyhead,” he whispered. “Let’s get you to your nest. Nice and cozy.”

Jaehyun let out a tiny sigh of contentment, his eyes half-lidded as he clung to Jimin. “Appa...come too?” he murmured, tilting his head up to Jungkook.

“Always, pup,” Jungkook murmured, sweeping his hand along Jimin’s arm as they walked. “I’ll never leave you. Never far from my little wolf.”

Jimin carried Jaehyun down the quiet hallway, the toddler’s soft breaths already slowing, fingers curling around Jimin’s collar. Jungkook followed closely, dark gaze filled with a molten mix of pride and protectiveness, his hand occasionally brushing Jimin’s shoulder, anchoring them both.

When they reached their room Jaehyun yawned, snuggling deeper into Eomma’s chest, tiny arms draping over Jimin’s shoulders. “Want nest…warm,” he murmured, eyes half-closed.

Jimin smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his pup’s head. “I know, little man…cozy and safe,” he murmured. Then he patted Jaehyun lightly on the shoulder. “But first…we need to take a bath and brush those tiny teeth, okay?”

“Otay…Eomma,” Jaehyun mumbled, his toddler voice thick and adorable.

Jungkook leaned against the bedroom doorway, dark eyes soft, observing quietly. Jungkook's presence was steady and protective, a low hum of amusement and warmth in his chest as he watched Jimin carry their little pup. “I’ll help if you need me,” he murmured, arms folded casually in front of him, letting Jimin take the lead.

"I got it, baby." Jimin said as he leaned up and kissed him on the lips.

Jimin adjusted Jaehyun on his hip, then pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Alright, sleepyhead…time to get cleaned up,” he said gently.

Jaehyun wriggled just a little, tiny arms wrapping around Eomma’s neck. “Appa…come wif us?” he whispered, looking up at Jungkook.

“Always,” Jungkook murmured, stepping closer, voice low and warm. He pressed a gentle kiss to Jaehyun’s curls, letting the toddler giggle softly. “Never far from my little wolf.”

Jimin guided Jaehyun into the small bath, his hands steady and patient as he washed the toddler’s hair and scrubbed his tiny arms and legs. Jungkook stayed near the side, observing closely, dark eyes attentive, occasionally letting a low chuckle escape at Jaehyun’s delighted splashes.

“Careful, pup,” Jungkook murmured, dark eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re gonna make a flood.”

Jaehyun laughed, splashing a little water. “Splash! Splash!”

Jimin chuckled, guiding his little man’s hands. “Easy there. Let’s get you clean first.”

Once the bath was over, Jimin wrapped Jaehyun in a heated towel. Jungkook finally stepped closer, hands brushing lightly along the toddler’s back as he pressed a soft kiss to Jaehyun’s crown. “All clean, little man,” he murmured.

Jaehyun giggled, reaching up for Jungkook. “Appa…hold me!”

Jungkook scooped him gently into his arms, holding him securely while Jimin brushed Jaehyun’s teeth. “Good job, pup…all nice and clean,” he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to the toddler’s temple.

When brushing was finished, Jungkook carried him to his room where he moisturized Jaehyun's little body with baby lotion, and dressed him in his favorite wolf pajamas. Jimin then carried Jaehyun to the nest and Jungkook followed closely, wrapping an arm around both Jimin and Jaehyun.

When they reached the bedroom, Jimin pulled the canopy back and sat Jaehyun down in the nest. He wriggled just enough to tumble gently into the soft nest of blankets. “Nest…warm... smells good,” he murmured, curling into a tiny ball, eyes closing slowly.

Jimin crouched down, pressing the blankets snugly around him, and kissed Jaehyun’s temple. “That’s right, pup. Cozy, safe, and all ours,” he murmured softly.

Jungkook moved to stand behind Jimin, arms sliding around his waist, pulling him close. He leaned down, pressing a slow, possessive kiss to Jimin’s temple. “Mine,” he murmured, voice low and husky. “Both of you…all mine.”

Jimin tilted his head back slightly, brushing a hand over Jungkook’s forearm, letting the warmth of his alpha seep through. “Yours,” he whispered back, voice soft, a smile tugging at his lips. “Completely yours."

Jungkook pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to the back of Jimin’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his omega mixed with the soft, sleepy warmth of their pup. Jaehyun let out a tiny yawn, curling even closer into the blankets, already drifting toward sleep.

Later after Jimin and Jungkook had both showered and cleaned up, the three of them settled into the quiet rhythm of their little nest. Jimin adjusted the blankets one last time, Jungkook holding him from behind with one hand around his shoulder and the other pressed possessively over Jaehyun's back. Every breath, every soft sigh from Jaehyun and Jimin, filled the room with warmth and a sense of perfect, unshakeable peace.

Jungkook’s dark eyes lingered on their pup, then Jimin, and he allowed himself a rare, quiet smile. This...this calm, this family...was everything. He would protect them, cherish them, and claim them, always

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The mansion was too quiet. For Jungkook, silence was rarely a comfort...it meant his omega and pup weren’t there. Jimin had bundled Jaehyun into the car earlier, insisting he needed fresh air, a trip to the park where he could laugh and run with other children. Jungkook had kissed them both goodbye, watching with tight restraint as his guards trailed after the car. He trusted them with his life. Still, he hated being apart from them.

A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. The office door cracked open, and one of the maids stepped in, pale and anxious. She clutched a brown-paper package to her chest as if it burned her hands.

“This was just left at the gate, sir,” she whispered, setting it gently on his desk. “No courier. No return address.”

Jungkook’s dark eyes dropped to the box. Plain. Unmarked. Wrong. The hair along the back of his neck prickled.

“You’re dismissed.” His tone left no room for hesitation. She bowed quickly and fled, closing the door behind her.

Jungkook didn’t touch the package. Instead, he pressed the intercom. “Yoongi. Office. Now.”

Seconds later, Yoongi entered, moving with the silence of a predator. His gaze landed on the box, and without needing a word, he pulled a blade from his pocket and cut it open with practiced precision.

The stench hit them first...rot and copper, thick enough to curl in the throat. Yoongi swore under his breath, reaching in and pulling out a child’s stuffed rabbit. The toy was soaked through, one ear missing, fur stiff with dried blood.

At the bottom lay an envelope. Yoongi’s gloved hands handed it off to Jungkook, who unfolded the paper slowly.

The handwriting was jagged, pressed so hard it nearly tore through the page:

Soon you will know what it’s like to lose everything you love.

The letters were jagged, pressed so hard the paper buckled. No name. No signature. Nothing but the words..and the bloodied rabbit that made Jungkook’s stomach turn to stone.

Yoongi’s voice was low, grim. “This isn’t business. This is personal.”

Jungkook’s jaw locked, every vein in his body thrumming with restrained fury. His omega. His son. Even if their names weren’t written, the message was clear enough.

His fist closed around the note until the paper tore. “Lock down the estate. Double the guard on Jimin and Jaehyun. I want every eye sharp and every weapon ready. Call Jimin's bodyguards and tell him to come home now."

He forced his expression back into the cold, calm mask of a don, but his chest burned with a different fire. He’d fought wars. He’d taken lives. But never had the battlefield struck so close to his heart.

Whoever dared to send this… had just signed their death sentence.

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The park had been alive with laughter only minutes before, pups chasing each other across the grass, climbing the jungle gym with squeaky voices calling out for their turns. Jimin sat with his hands folded neatly in his lap, a soft smile curving his lips as he watched Jaehyun dart up the steps of the slide. The boy’s joy was infectious, and for just a moment Jimin let himself relax, soaking in the rare simplicity of an afternoon outside.

That illusion shattered the moment Jungkook’s guards approached.

They moved in with quiet precision, the kind that made the hairs rise on the back of Jimin’s neck. Both men scanned the playground as if shadows might leap forward at any second. When they stopped in front of him, one dipped his head respectfully.

“Sir,” he said in a low tone, urgent but careful. “Alpha Jeon requests your immediate return to the estate. You and the little alpha must come with us. It’s not safe here.”

The words landed heavy. Jimin’s smile slipped, his stomach tightening. He didn’t need to ask for details...Jungkook never gave orders without reason, especially when it involved their pup. The don’s word was law, but more than that, it was love sharpened into protection.

“Okay,” Jimin said softly, rising at once. His voice stayed steady, though he could feel his pulse thrumming in his throat. He didn’t want Jaehyun to see his fear.

“Jaehyun,” Jimin called, his tone bright as he waved his son over. “Come here, little wolf. We have to go.”

The boy pouted, bouncing down the last step of the slide. “Alweady, eomma? But I playing!”

Jimin crouched down to his level, brushing damp hair off his forehead. “I know, baby. But Appa needs us home now. We’ll come back another day.”

At the mention of Jungkook, Jaehyun’s pout eased. “Appa needs us?”

“Yes.” Jimin kissed his cheek, hiding his trembling behind the gesture. “So we have to be brave and listen, hmm?”

“Okay,” Jaehyun chirped, turning to wave at the other pups. “Bye! See you later!”

Jimin took his hand, his grip perhaps a little tighter than necessary, and let the guards form a protective shield around them as they walked to the car. His heart thumped against his ribs with every step, dread pooling in his gut. Something had happened...something serious enough to make Jungkook call them back without hesitation.

By the time they reached the sleek black SUV, Jimin’s hands shook faintly as he buckled Jaehyun into his car seat. The boy hummed happily to himself, kicking his legs, blissfully unaware. Jimin forced a smile for him, brushing his hair once more before shutting the door...the bodyguards trailed behind them in a black SUV.

The drive back to the mansion felt longer than ever. Jimin kept his gaze fixed on the blur of trees and buildings passing by, one hand reaching back every so often to rest on Jaehyun’s knee. It was the only thing grounding him, that small, warm reminder of their son’s presence.

And then...the estate gates loomed ahead.

As the SUV rolled up the long driveway, Jimin’s breath stilled. Jungkook stood waiting outside. He was in a black suit, jacket open, tie loosened, but it wasn’t his clothes that struck Jimin...it was his posture. Shoulders squared, hands curled into fists at his sides, eyes fixed on the approaching car. Power radiated from him, sharp and suffocating, his pheromones rolling heavy enough to make even the guards stiffen.

He looked like a wolf on the edge of violence.

“Appa!” Jaehyun squealed the moment he spotted him through the glass, bouncing in his seat.

Jungkook’s gaze softened just slightly, enough to reassure Jimin that his fury wasn’t directed at them. But Jimin’s chest tightened anyway. He knew that look, that deadly calm covering the storm underneath. Something had gone wrong...terribly wrong.

The car rolled to a stop. Jimin opened the door, stepping out to get Jaehyun out of his car seat. Jungkook was already moving toward them, his long strides eating up the distance, eyes never leaving his mate and son.

Jimin’s heart pounded. He wanted to ask what had happened, but the words caught in his throat. He only knew one thing for certain: their world had just shifted, and whatever darkness was closing in on them, Jungkook would stand against it with everything he had.

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The moment Jungkook stepped outside, he could feel his pulse thundering in his ears. He stood at the edge of the mansion’s long driveway, dark eyes trained on the iron gates. He hadn’t been able to sit still in his office after the package arrived...not when his omega and pup were out there. Every second they were gone gnawed at him like a knife twisting deeper.

Finally, headlights cut through the dusk. The sleek black Lexus LX he’d bought for Jimin pulled onto the driveway, tires crunching over the gravel. Relief crashed into him so hard it nearly brought him to his knees.

Before the engine even fully shut off, a small voice pierced the quiet.

“Appa!” Jaehyun squealed from inside, his tiny fists pounding against the window.

That was all it took. Jungkook was already striding forward, long purposeful steps carrying him to the driver’s side just as Jimin opened the door. Without a word, Jungkook hauled his omega into his arms, pressing desperate kisses along his temple, mating mark and cheek, voice breaking against Jimin’s skin.

“You’re safe...you’re safe, thank God,” he muttered, the words rough and fervent.

Jimin clung back, wide-eyed, sensing the storm beneath his alpha’s calm surface.

Jaehyun’s little voice rang out again. “Appa!”

Jungkook tore himself from Jimin just enough to swing around to the backseat. His hands trembled slightly as he unbuckled the pup’s car seat straps. The moment Jaehyun was free, Jungkook lifted him out, hugging him so tightly that Jaehyun giggled and squirmed.

“Eomma,” the pup said, looking at Jimin over Jungkook’s shoulder, “I think Appa missed us.”

Jungkook’s throat tightened. He buried his face against Jaehyun’s soft hair, inhaling the warm pup scent that soothed the worst of his instincts. “Always,” he murmured fiercely. “Appa always misses you.”

He reached for Jimin’s hand without hesitation, threading their fingers together as if anchoring them both. With Jaehyun settled on his other hip, Jungkook led his family into the mansion, not once letting go. The heavy doors shut behind them with a final, protective thud.

“How about we go visit Jin and Min-gi, hmm?” Jungkook said once they were in the main hall, his tone smoothing into something light for Jaehyun’s sake. “Would you like to play with them for a while?”

Jaehyun’s little face lit up instantly. “Yes, Appa!!”

The three of them made their way down the hall until they stopped outside Jin and Namjoon’s quarters. Jungkook rapped lightly on the door, and within seconds Jin appeared, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

“Perfect timing,” Jin said warmly, eyeing the little pup on Jungkook’s hip. “These two will keep each other busy.”

“Would you mind keeping him for a while?” Jungkook asked, his alpha tone polite but edged with something heavier. “We need to…talk.”

“Of course. No problem at all.” Jin opened the door wider, already calling into the room for Min-gi.

Jimin crouched down, smoothing Jaehyun’s hair back before handing over his small bag filled with toys, snacks, and his favorite water bottle. “Be good for Jin, little wolf...eomma will come back in a bit to get you, okay?”

“Otay, eomma,” Jaehyun chirped, already wriggling toward the door when Min-gi appeared. The two pups barreled off in a tangle of giggles and tiny feet, leaving Jin chuckling.

Once their pup was settled, Jungkook laced his fingers tightly with Jimin’s and guided him upstairs to his office. He didn’t speak until the door shut behind them, his shoulders sagging under the weight of what he was about to admit.

“Jungkook,” Jimin said softly, worry written all over his face. “What’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”

Jungkook pulled him close again, burying his nose against Jimin’s scent glands, needing the grounding comfort. His voice was low, apologetic. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I…received a package today. A threat.”

Jimin’s breath caught.

Jungkook stroked a hand down his back, sparing him the worst of the details...the blood, the grotesque mess inside the box...but his tone was serious, resolute. “I don’t know who it’s from yet, but I won’t risk you or Jaehyun. Until I find the source, you’re staying home, with double the security. Please trust me on this.”

Jimin’s eyes searched his, fear there, but also faith...the kind of faith only a true omega gave his alpha. Slowly, he nodded, pressing closer into Jungkook’s chest.

“I trust you,” Jimin whispered.

Those words eased something raw in Jungkook’s chest. He kissed his omega hard, almost fiercely, then pressed his forehead to Jimin’s. “I won’t let anyone touch you. Either of you. Not while I’m breathing.”

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The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the soft rhythm of three steady heartbeats within the nest. Jimin lay curled into Jungkook’s side, face buried in his mate’s neck, while Jaehyun slept sprawled across his Appa’s chest, tiny hands fisted in the fabric of Jungkook’s t-shirt. The pup always ended up in their nest, his sweet pup scent woven deep into the blankets.

The shrill buzz of Jungkook’s phone cut through the quiet. His instincts flared immediately, body tensing before his mind even registered the sound. He reached across the nightstand with his free hand, careful not to jostle Jimin or Jaehyun. His palm settled against the small of Jaehyun’s back, anchoring the pup against him to keep him from stirring.

“Jeon,” Jungkook answered in a low, dangerous murmur, voice sharp with sleep but ready for blood.

“Sir,” came the quick, clipped voice of his head of security. “We had movement at the south gate. A man...just a shadow...lurking near the fence. As soon as our patrol closed in, he bolted. We pursued but lost him in the trees. He knew the terrain.”

Jungkook’s jaw flexed, teeth grinding together. His hand instinctively stroked Jaehyun’s back when the pup gave a little whimper in his sleep. “Did he breach the perimeter?” he asked, voice low but lethal.

“No, Alpha. He stayed outside the fence line. But he was watching the mansion. We’re sweeping the grounds now.”

Jungkook’s gaze slid down to his mate and pup nestled against him...Jimin’s soft breath against his throat, Jaehyun’s tiny body rising and falling with each steady inhale. The sight fueled a cold fury in his chest.

“Double the patrols,” Jungkook ordered. “I want every inch of the fence line covered until dawn. And pull the camera feeds. If he shows his face, I want it frozen and burned into every man’s memory by morning.”

“Yes, sir.”

He ended the call, staring into the dark, listening to the echo of silence return. His pulse thundered, but outwardly he was stone, unwilling to let his mate or pup sense the shift. He pressed his lips to the crown of Jaehyun’s head, then to Jimin’s hair.

“You’re safe,” he whispered, though it was more a vow to himself than a reassurance.

His hand slid down Jimin’s back, pulling him closer without waking him, while his other arm wrapped more securely around his pup. Jungkook lay awake after that, every sense sharpened, eyes on the shadows beyond the window. The intruder hadn’t gotten close this time...but he would. And when he did, Jungkook promised himself he would never make it back out again.

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Morning light spilled softly through the tall bedroom windows, casting golden streaks over the rumpled blankets. Jungkook had spent the night awake, holding Jimin and Jaehyun close. The warmth of his mate and pup pressed against him, yet every muscle in his body remained coiled, senses sharp, eyes flicking toward the balcony and the sprawling grounds beyond. Even in the calm of dawn, the memory of the shadowy intruder from last night lingered like smoke in his mind.

Jimin stirred beside him, stretching and blinking up at Jungkook. “Morning,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook’s lips. His fingers brushed lightly over Jungkook’s chest as he noticed the dark circles under his mate’s eyes. He didn’t comment; he let the quiet intimacy of the morning settle around them.

“Eomma…” Jaehyun’s sleepy voice murmured, breaking the quiet.

“Yes, baby?” Jimin replied instantly, lifting his head.

“I… I gotta pee,” Jaehyun admitted, squirming a little more, the words clipped and adorable in toddler-speak. He had been potty training, and Jimin had been patient but firm, proud of every tiny success.

Jimin smiled warmly. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get you to the potty.” He lifted Jaehyun from Jungkook’s chest and set him down to walk, carefully guiding him to the bathroom, letting the pup cling to his arm for balance.

Jungkook rose silently, moving toward the balcony doors. The morning air brushed his skin, crisp and faintly scented with the pines and rose bushes surrounding the mansion. His gaze swept over the grounds, over every shadow and every corner. The muscles in his jaw and shoulders coiled tight, the dark memory of the intruder haunting him. 

In the bathroom, Jaehyun focused with furrowed brows, little hands clutching the potty as he did his business. When he was successfully finished, Jimin washed his hands and then Jaehyun’s, praising him softly. “You did it, pup! Look at you…such a big boy!”

Jaehyun’s face lit up, and he ran to the balcony, waving his tiny hands. “Appa! I did it! I peed like a big boy!”

Jungkook crouched, pressing warm kisses to the top of Jaehyun’s head. “I’m so proud of you, little wolf,” he rumbled, voice thick with love and pride. “You’re growing up so fast.” He brushed a thumb over Jaehyun’s cheek.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Jungkook asked, voice softening slightly.

“Can I have waffles?!” Jaehyun chirped, bouncing on his toes.

“Of course,” Jungkook said, as he stood back up. He walked to the bedside table, reached for his phone and called the kitchen. “Send breakfast up to our room,” he instructed. “Make sure Jaehyun's waffles are perfect.” After hanging up, he glanced back at Jimin, eyes lingering on the soft curve of his mate’s shoulders, the warmth radiating from his body, and the way Jaehyun’s tiny fingers curled around his hair.

Soon, trays arrived at the small balcony table. Steam rose from the waffles, eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit, mixing with the crisp morning air. Jaehyun dug into his waffles with sticky little fingers and delighted giggles, while Jimin sipped his coffee, smiling at the joy radiating from their little pup. Jungkook finally settled with a plate of his own, eating slowly while one hand rested on Jimin's thigh under the table, eyes constantly scanning the grounds. Every shadow, every movement, every rustle in the trees was cataloged, measured, and considered.

After breakfast, Jaehyun hopped down. “I’m gonna go play!” he announced, running toward his toys.

“Go ahead, baby,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and warm, watching the pup’s little legs carry him across the room.

Jimin’s hand found Jungkook’s, curling into his fingers. “Jungkook…last night…what happened? I know you didn't sleep.” he asked quietly, concern threading his voice.

Jungkook’s gaze softened as he met his mate’s eyes, though the tension never left his posture. “There was an intruder at the gate,” he said. “Security ran him off, but whoever it was, he got a look at the mansion. He escaped before we could identify him…but he was close.”

Jimin’s chest tightened, fear flickering across his features. “You can’t…I can’t let anyone hurt him...our pup. I wouldn’t survive it,” he whispered, voice trembling.

Jungkook cupped his face, thumbs brushing over Jimin’s cheekbones. “I would set the world on fire before anyone touches either of you,” he growled, molten and protective.

Jimin’s lips parted slightly as Jungkook leaned in, capturing him in a fiery, possessive kiss. Whimpers escaped his mouth as he pressed closer, clutching at Jungkook’s chest, grounding them both in the warmth and safety of the moment...even as the shadow of danger lingered just beyond the walls of the mansion.

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The office was bathed in the rich, golden glow of late afternoon, sunlight spilling through the tall windows and casting long, dramatic shadows across the polished black surfaces and dark wood panels. Dust motes floated lazily in the beams, yet they could not soften the tension coiled tightly around Jungkook’s chest. He sat behind his massive desk, fingers steepled, shoulders rigid, eyes sharp and unblinking as he studied the mansion grounds beyond the windows.

Yoongi leaned back across from him, calm as ever, but the stormy energy clinging to him made the sunlit room feel colder than it looked. He folded his arms over his chest, eyes fixed on Jungkook.

“We have a problem,” Jungkook began, voice low, taut with controlled anger. “Someone made it to the outer fence last night. Security caught him, but he got close enough to see the mansion. We didn’t get a clear look...just a shadow.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed. “A shadow doesn’t tell us much, but it tells me this wasn’t random. He knows what he’s looking for…and he knows you’re distracted.”

Jungkook nodded. “I already doubled patrols, cameras, motion sensors, infrared...everything. Bodyguards are ready to intercept anyone out of place...no exceptions. But I want more.” He motioned to the large monitor behind him, and Yoongi immediately tapped a few keys. The security feed from the previous night flickered to life.

Both alphas leaned forward. The grainy footage showed the mansion under the faint glow of exterior lights. At the edge of the gate, a figure stood...a tall, looming shadow. It lingered just long enough to be seen clearly as a dark outline, then bolted down the driveway and disappeared into the trees beyond.

“That’s it,” Jungkook said, voice low and hard. “Nothing else. Just the shadow…but he was close enough to see the mansion. Too close.” He clenched his fists on the desk, dark eyes tracking the faint blur of movement on the screen. “This wasn’t random. Whoever this is…they’re testing us.”

Yoongi tapped his fingers against the armrest, thoughtful. “We can’t identify him from this feed. But it tells us the timing, the pattern…and that he’s bold enough to approach at night. He’s confident, knows what he’s doing. Whoever he is, he isn’t afraid.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, dark thoughts coiling in his mind. “He won’t be confident for long.” He leaned back, staring at the faint flicker of the shadow on the monitor as if trying to burn the image into his mind. “We’ll tighten patrols further, add more cameras, and rotate the guards. No one enters or leaves without my say-so. And I want eyes on every gate at all times.”

Yoongi nodded. “I’ll make sure Hoseok, Namjoon, and the teams are briefed. Double shifts, rotate coverage, everything. And we’ll keep it quiet...Jimin doesn’t need to worry.”

Jungkook exhaled slowly, a dark rumble of approval in his chest. “Exactly. He only needs to know he’s safe…and I’ve got him. Nothing touches them.”

Leaning forward again, Jungkook pointed at the large digital map on the screen. “Pull the logs from the motion sensors along the east perimeter. Every door, every gate, every window.”

Yoongi’s fingers flew over the keyboard, bringing up a detailed map of the estate with timestamps and sensor triggers. “Here,” he said, pointing to the faint lines of red along the outer fence. “He triggered the east gate sensor at 02:17. Nothing else registered until he was gone. No footprints near the driveway, nothing in the garden cameras. He moved like a ghost.”

Jungkook flexed his hands on the desk, eyes narrowing. “Someone with skill… maybe military, maybe trained. Whoever it is, they know how to avoid leaving traces. But even ghosts leave patterns.” He traced the route along the map, dark intensity radiating from him. “East gate, skirting the treeline, then vanished. He knew exactly where he was going…and exactly how to get close without being caught.”

Yoongi leaned over, scanning the logs with sharp precision. “We can cross-reference this with guard patrol routes and infrared coverage. If he avoided all of that, he had inside knowledge...or he’s spent a lot of time learning the estate.”

Jungkook’s lips curved in a grim half-smile. “Either way…he won’t make it a second time. Patrols shifted, sensors heightened, drones sweeping the grounds tonight. I want eyes on every shadow, every movement. I don’t care how long it takes.”

Yoongi nodded, tapping a few commands to run simulation paths. “We’ll know the next time he tries. Whoever this is, he’s bold...but he’s not smart enough to outthink us.”

Jungkook leaned back again, jaw flexing as his gaze swept to the balcony and the sprawling grounds beyond. The golden light softened the edges of the office, but the tension remained, coiled and unbroken. The shadow on the screen was a small glimpse, a ghost of a threat...but for Jungkook, it was more than enough to ignite every protective instinct. Whoever had come so close had underestimated him. And he would make sure they paid for that mistake.

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The afternoon sun poured over the patio, making the sandbox sparkle as Jaehyun’s small hands patted and scooped sand, building towers with earnest concentration. Occasional giggles escaped him when a stray handful rained down.

Jimin sat at the patio table, mug in hand, though his eyes never left his little wolf. The calm domestic moment was comforting, yet the memory of the intruder from nights past tugged at his nerves.

Then Jaehyun froze, standing upright, shoulders squared. His frown mirrored the alert, the same guarded stance he’d seen in Jungkook.

“Little wolf?” Jimin murmured, sitting his tea down on the table. “Are you…watching for something?”

Jaehyun pointed toward the treeline. “I…I seen somebody! Make sure no bad guys sneak! Hafta protect eomma. Appa do this too!”

Jimin’s chest tightened. Even in play, Jaehyun liked to play alpha, but Jimin knew this time he wasn't playing. Then his gaze flicked past the treeline. A shadow moved...swift, deliberate, brushing along the fence and disappearing behind the trees. His chest tightened immediately.

Jaehyun, ever attentive, noticed the movement too. He straightened again, mimicking his Appa’s alert posture. “No bad guys sneak!” he said, fists clenched at his sides.

Jimin got up and crouched down beside Jaehyun, he kept an arm around the pup and called over to one of the nearby bodyguards. “Excuse me, can you check near the treeline? I thought I saw movement. Please be careful. Something might be there.”

The bodyguard’s sharp gaze swept the edge of the patio and the shadows beyond. “Understood, sir,” he said, pulling out his radio. “Security, we’ve got possible movement near the treeline. Shadow spotted. Check cameras.”

Jimin kept a calm tone for Jaehyun. “It’s okay, little wolf…Eomma’s got you.”

Through the radio, security confirmed the shadow, but nothing concrete. Then Jungkook’s voice rumbled through the comm: “I see the situation. Keep them close. I’m coming to check on them.”

Jaehyun’s eyes lit up as he heard his Appa's voice. “Appa?” he whispered.

“Yes, pup,” Jimin said softly, pressing a kiss to his son’s head. “Appa’s on his way. He’ll make sure we’re safe.”

Moments later, Jungkook appeared on the patio. He walked over to Jimin and Jaehyun and crouched down beside them, wrapping them in his arms. His eyes scanned the patio and the treeline with the intensity that always made Jimin’s pulse quicken. Relief softened his features when they landed on Jaehyun, safe and giggling, but the alpha’s presence radiated a warning: any threat would not go unnoticed.

Jaehyun puffed out his chest with pride. “I… I kept Eomma safe, Appa! I'm an alpha like you!”

Jimin chuckled, brushing a lock of hair from his son’s forehead. “He’s the one who noticed the shadow first, Kook. He stood up on alert.”

Jungkook’s deep rumble of approval vibrated through the balcony. He stood up and lifted Jaehyun into his arms, pressing a possessive kiss to the little pup’s temple. “That’s my little alpha pup… so alert, so brave,” he murmured. Pride and love threaded through every word. Then his voice softened, the edge of his alpha presence giving way to tender care. “But I want you to keep your innocence a little longer. Appa’s got this. I’ve got you and Eomma. Always.”

Jimin placed a hand on Jungkook’s arm, smiling softly, but there was tension beneath it. “He’s learning from the best,” he said, though his voice was tight. His eyes flickered back to the treeline. “But, Kook… it wasn’t just Jaehyun’s imagination. I saw it too. Someone was out there.”

Jungkook’s gaze snapped back toward the woods, jaw ticking. His hand tightened protectively around Jaehyun.

Jimin stepped closer, lowering his voice so Jaehyun couldn’t hear. “What if they were watching us? What if they were waiting for you to be distracted? I know you have guards, but...” He swallowed hard, his voice breaking at the edges. “What if they try again, Kook?”

Jungkook turned, one arm still firmly cradling Jaehyun, and cupped Jimin’s cheek with his free hand. His expression softened for him alone. “Then they’ll regret it,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “I won’t let anyone near you. Not him, not anyone. They’ll have to go through me, through all of us.”

Jimin’s throat bobbed, but his eyes shimmered with worry. He leaned into Jungkook’s touch, letting the warmth steady him. “I believe you,” he whispered, though his heart still pounded.

Jungkook pressed one last kiss to Jaehyun’s head, letting him wriggle just a bit in his arms. “Come on, little wolf. Back to your castles,” he said warmly, though a faint growl lingered, warning of the shadows beyond.

Jaehyun giggled, patting Jungkook’s chest. “Safe…Appa?”

“Always,” Jungkook murmured, holding him tighter for a heartbeat longer. As the boy returned to his sandbox, Jimin at his side, and the afternoon sun gilded their little world, the shadows beyond the treeline reminded them all that danger was real… and Jimin couldn’t shake the fear. But wrapped in Jungkook’s arms, he could almost believe they were untouchable.

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Later that evening, Jimin leaned against the doorway of Jungkook's office, watching his mate’s dark eyes scan the multiple monitors with intensity, jaw tight, fingers moving decisively over the keyboard. The faint hum of the security system filled the room, a subtle yet constant reminder of the threat that had shadowed their family these past weeks.

“Looks serious,” Jimin murmured, his voice soft enough not to startle Jaehyun, who was happily building another tower with blocks nearby on the coffee table.

“Always is when it comes to us,” Jungkook replied without looking up, his voice low, calm, but carrying an undeniable edge. He glanced at the camera feeds, then over his shoulder at the doorway where Jimin stood. “I don’t want him...or anyone...touching you or our pup. Not now, not ever.”

Jimin crossed the room and leaned against the edge of the desk, arms folded. “I know, Kook,” he said, though his voice betrayed a thread of anxiety. “But seeing all this… it’s hard not to worry. I mean, I trust you completely. But…” He trailed off, glancing at Jaehyun, whose laughter and little squeals were a sweet counterpoint to the tension in the office.

Jungkook finally turned, his gaze softening as it met Jimin’s. “I know,” he murmured, taking a step closer. “That’s why I’m doing it. You, him…our little pup...safe, always. I’m not leaving anything to chance.”

Jimin gave a small, appreciative smile and let himself be pulled into Jungkook’s side, feeling the solid reassurance of his mate’s presence. Jungkook’s arm wrapped around him possessively, hand resting on his hip as if marking territory, claiming them both.

“Look at him,” Jimin said quietly, nodding toward Jaehyun, who was now stacking more blocks with such focus that his tongue peeked out in concentration. “Even with all this…he’s happy. Safe. Unaware of the shadows out there.”

Jungkook’s dark eyes softened as he watched his son. “That’s exactly how it should be,” he murmured, brushing a finger over Jimin’s hand. “I’ll make sure he stays that way. For as long as I can.”

A comfortable, tender silence fell over them, broken only by Jaehyun’s delighted squeals. Jimin tilted his head, pressing a gentle kiss to Jungkook’s chest. “I just…hate that you have to worry this much, Kook. I know you would do anything, but still…”

Jungkook bent down, pressing a possessive kiss to Jimin’s lips, low and lingering. “I would burn the world down for you two. And I will, if I have to. But right now, we have precautions. Cameras, patrols, sensors. We’re safe, for tonight.”

Jimin exhaled, leaning into the protective warmth of his mate. “Tonight,” he echoed, the word carrying both hope and unspoken fear. “But tomorrow…we’ll be ready too. Together.”

Jungkook’s hand traced down Jimin’s side before settling on his hip again. “Together,” he agreed, voice low and certain. His gaze flicked once more to Jaehyun, who looked up briefly, catching Jungkook’s eye, and smiled before returning to his blocks.

“And he’s learning,” Jungkook added softly, a dark rumble of pride beneath his words. “Our little alpha pup…brave, alert. But I’ll keep that innocence for as long as I can.”

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Upstairs, the quiet of the house wrapped around them. Jimin carried Jaehyun into his little room after his bubble bath, the pup yawning so wide his eyes watered. He set him down on the bed and helped him wriggle into his pullup...in case of nighttime accidents, and his soft cotton pajamas, laughing when Jaehyun kicked his legs playfully.

“Settle down, mister,” Jimin said, smoothing the top over his tummy. “You’ll wear yourself out before I even start the stories.”

Once Jaehyun was nestled beneath his blanket, Jimin perched at the edge of the bed with the first book in hand. His voice softened, taking on that rhythmic cadence that always lulled his pup to sleep.

“You ready? Let's start our first story…” Jimin began, pages turning gently under his fingertips.

By the second, Jaehyun was already drifting, his eyes blinking slower and slower, his small hand finding Jimin’s wrist to hold on.

By the third, his breathing had deepened, the soft rise and fall of his chest telling Jimin he was asleep before the final page was even reached.

Jimin closed the book carefully and leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to his son’s warm forehead. “Goodnight, my love,” he whispered, brushing stray hair back from Jaehyun’s eyes. “Sweet dreams.”

He lingered there, watching the little alpha sleep peacefully, the innocence Jungkook vowed to protect shining in every soft breath. Only when he was sure Jaehyun was fully under did Jimin slip from the room, easing the door shut behind him.

Padding back down their room, Jimin’s heart ached with fullness...love for his pup, love for the alpha waiting below, and that fragile but powerful hope that together, they’d keep this safe forever.

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Hours later, the house was quiet, the low hum of the air conditioning and the soft rustle of rain falling outside filling the silence. In the nursery, Jaehyun stirred in his little bed, his round cheeks flushed from sleep. He blinked in the dim glow of his nightlight, shifting under the blankets before suddenly sitting up, a small whimper escaping him. His tiny hands pressed against his pajama bottoms as he squirmed, the urgent need waking him fully.

The pup slid out of bed, bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor as he made his way down the hall, eyes heavy with sleep. He rubbed at them with one fist, the other hand clutching himself tightly as if he could hold it a little longer.

Finally, he reached the bedroom door, pushing it open just enough to slip inside. He walked up to the nest and looked at his eomma. His lip wobbled as he whispered into the dark.

“Eomma…” his small voice trembled, thick with sleep and discomfort. “I… I gotta pee…”

His brows furrowed, eyes wide and watery as he squirmed in place, the picture of fragile innocence in the night.

Jimin was up instantly, heart clenching at the sight of his pup.

Jimin looked down at him, then stole a glance at Jungkook, still resting, chest rising and falling slowly. He swallowed, careful not to wake him. “Okay, baby…let’s go potty,” he whispered, bending down to scoop Jaehyun into his arms. The warmth of the little boy pressed against him, so small, so delicate, and Jimin’s chest ached with protective love.

Moonlight spilled through the curtains, painting silver streaks across the floor, glinting on the hardwood as they passed the balcony doors. And then...a deafening crash shattered the fragile quiet of the night.

Glass exploded in a violent spray as a huge rock hurtled through the balcony window, shards raining down like knives. The rock barely missing Jimin's body.

Jimin screamed instinctively, twisting his body around Jaehyun, pressing him tight to the floor, protecting him from the glass. The little boy’s terrified cries pierced the night, his tiny body trembling against Jimin’s chest. Every instinct in Jimin screamed to keep him safe, to shield him from the world.

Jungkook was upright in an instant, gun in hand, muscles taut as steel. His eyes, dark and feral, swept across the shadows outside. The night felt alive...too quiet, too empty...and every sound, every shift of darkness made him ready to strike.

“Appa!” Jaehyun’s voice cracked, small and urgent.

Jimin held him closer, his own body shaking with adrenaline. “It’s okay, little wolf…Eomma's got you. Nothing will hurt you,” he whispered, though his voice quivered.

Jungkook stormed forward, stepping over the shards as if they weren’t even there. He crouched beside them, pulling both Jimin and Jaehyun into his arms.

“Are you both okay?!” he asked, voice low but urgent. His fingers gently traced over Jimin’s arms and shoulders, noting the small nicks and cuts from the glass.

Then his attention shifted to Jaehyun. The little boy trembled in Jimin's arms, hiccupping between sobs. Jungkook’s hands moved quickly but careful, checking his tiny body from shoulders to knees. “And you…little wolf? You’re not hurt, right?” he murmured, pressing his forehead briefly to Jaehyun’s.

"No, I not hurt," the little pup hiccuped sobbed as Jungkook kissed his face.

Jungkook's gaze sliced through the darkness outside, catching the fleeting shadow slipping past the treeline. His jaw clenched, knuckles whitening on the gun.

“Stay close to me. Don’t move,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, every syllable coated in ice and threat.

Jimin brushed at Jaehyun’s tear-streaked cheeks. “It’s okay, baby…Appa has us. You’re safe,” he soothed, his voice trembling with the ache of fear and relief.

Jaehyun hiccupped, burying his face into Jimin’s shoulder. “Eomma…Appa…I…I peed in my pullup...” he sobbed, voice small, broken and embarrassed.

Jungkook’s chest rumbled with a deep, feral growl. He pressed a possessive kiss to Jaehyun’s head. “Shh… little wolf… it’s alright. It isn't your fault. Appa’s got you. Nobody hurts you.” His hand splayed protectively across the boy’s back, his entire body radiating strength and danger.

In a flash, his phone was in his hand. “Yoongi. Get up here. Now. Someone’s crossed a line. I want eyes on the property...full perimeter sweep, immediate.” His voice was sharp, unwavering, leaving no room for hesitation.

Still holding them close, he let them feel the steady, unshakable presence of his protection while releasing calming pheromones. Jaehyun’s small arms wrapped around them both, hiccups slowing as the warmth of Jungkook’s pheromones and the softness of Jimin’s embrace surrounded him.

“You’re safe now,” Jungkook murmured into Jimin’s hair, voice low and soothing yet edged with danger. “Always. Nobody touches my family.”

Jimin rested his forehead against Jungkook’s chest, trembling, letting himself be held. Jaehyun nestled between them, whispering through hiccups, “I wanna keep Eomma safe too…”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a dark, protective smile. “I know, little wolf. Appa’s proud…but leave the fighting to me,” he rumbled, pressing another kiss to the top of Jaehyun’s head.

The shadow beyond the treeline had vanished, but tied to the rock on the floor there was a note.

Jungkook reached over and ripped it off:

“Soon you will know what true pain is.”

Jungkook crushed it in his hand while keeping his arms tightly wrapped around his family, feeling their heartbeat against his own.

The night was deceptively still outside, yet inside, the mansion thrummed with a tense, protective energy. Jungkook held his mate and pup close, senses sharp, already planning the next move. Whoever dared cross this line would learn the full fury of a don, an alpha, and a father who would stop at nothing. His family was untouchable. His family was his world...and he would burn everything to protect them.

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The sound of boots thundered down the hall before the bedroom door slammed open. Yoongi barreled inside, gun raised, eyes sharp despite the late hour. Hoseok was right behind him, robe hastily tied, his expression tight with worry.

Yoongi’s gaze swept the room in a single heartbeat...the shattered balcony doors, the glittering shards across the floor, the cold night air spilling in. His eyes landed on Jungkook crouched low, both Jimin and Jaehyun clutched to his chest, the boy’s face buried against his eomma’s neck.

“Shit,” Yoongi hissed, gun still trained toward the balcony. “Talk to me.”

Jungkook’s voice was low, dangerous, carrying the kind of fury that coiled in the gut. “They threw a rock. A message.” He shoved the crumpled paper into Yoongi’s free hand, his other arm never leaving Jimin or Jaehyun. “They got close enough to my bedroom window to try and scare them.”

Yoongi unfolded the note, eyes scanning quickly. His jaw clenched, his alpha aura leaking sharp and metallic. “They’re testing us. Or taunting you. Either way, they’ll regret it.”

Hoseok hovered just inside the door, gaze darting to Jimin. “Are you hurt?”

Jimin shook his head, though his voice trembled. “Just some cuts from the glass. Jaehyun too. Nothing deep.” His hand never stopped rubbing soothing circles on his son’s back.

Hoseok crouched down briefly, voice softening as he caressed the little pups plump cheek. “I bet that was scary, huh?You protected your eomma too, didn't you? You're such a good little alpha.”

Jaehyun peeked up at him with wide eyes. “Appa says I'm gon' be big like him one day. Then we both 'tect eomma.”

Jungkook’s chest rumbled at that, pride and pain mixing in his scent. He pressed his lips to Jaehyun’s hair, then looked at Yoongi with ice in his gaze. “Lock down the perimeter. Double the guards. Sweep the woods...whoever threw that rock hasn’t gotten far. Wake Taehyung. I want him on point.”

“On it,” Yoongi said, already raising his radio. His voice snapped with command as he began issuing orders, soldiers’ boots echoing outside seconds later.

Hoseok’s hand brushed Jimin’s shoulder gently, grounding him. “You’re safe now. Let him handle it.”

Jungkook finally stood, lifting both Jimin and Jaehyun against his chest as if he’d never let them go. His pheromones poured heavy into the room, thick and possessive, pressing down until even Yoongi’s wolf bristled under it.

He bent his head, lips brushing Jimin’s temple. “No one is ever getting this close again. I swear it.”

Outside, the grounds lit up as Syndicate men spread across the night, searching the shadows. Inside, Jungkook held his mate and son tighter, his wolf snarling for blood. Whoever had dared threaten them had just marked themselves for death.

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The glass still crunched faintly under boots as soldiers moved through the hall, but in their bedroom the chaos quieted into a tense hush. Jungkook lowered Jimin and Jaehyun onto the edge of the couch, crouching immediately in front of them. His large hands skimmed over their arms and legs, brisk but careful, checking for blood.

Jimin hissed when Jungkook’s fingers brushed over his forearm. A thin cut wept a bead of red. Jungkook’s jaw tightened, nostrils flaring at the sight.

“Just a scratch,” Jimin murmured quickly, not wanting to add fuel to the storm in his alpha’s chest.

Jungkook ignored the reassurance. He grabbed a clean cloth from the liquor cabinet and returned, dabbing at the wound with surprising gentleness for hands that had broken men’s bones. His brows furrowed as though even the smallest cut offended him.

Jaehyun, perched against Jimin’s side, lifted his tiny hand, showing a nick on his palm where a shard had grazed him. “I got a cut too, Appa,” he whispered, voice a little too steady for his age. 

Jungkook’s breath caught. He took the little hand carefully, inspecting it. A scratch, nothing deep, but it carved into him in ways no blade ever had. He kissed the palm once, lingering. “You’re brave, my son. Braver than you should ever have to be.”

The words trembled with pride and grief both.

Hoseok fetched the small med kit from the shelf and handed it over silently. Jungkook accepted it without looking up, already wrapping Jaehyun’s hand, then Jimin’s arm. His hands moved with military efficiency, but his gaze kept flicking up, hungry, as though needing to see Jimin breathe, to see Jaehyun blinking back at him.

Finally, Jimin exhaled softly, touching Jungkook’s jaw. “We’re here. We’re safe. Breathe, Kookie.”

It was the only thing that made Jungkook pause. His shoulders dropped fractionally, though his eyes still burned, pupils blown wide in fury. He pressed his forehead against Jimin’s for a moment, then against Jaehyun’s, a silent claiming.

The door creaked again, boots approaching with purpose. Yoongi entered, damp from the rain, a dark scowl cut into his face. His gaze flicked to Jimin and Jaehyun...whole, breathing...before he moved toward the shattered window. Without a word, he stepped carefully over the shards, leaned down, and plucked the rock up from the floor.

A rock, its edges slick with rainwater. Painted across one flat surface in dripping neon red was a crude smiley face, black electrical tape around it where the note had been.

Yoongi’s jaw clenched as he turned it in his hand. “They threw it from the rose garden,” he said flatly. “Thirty yards out. Good aim.” He lifted his chin toward Jungkook, expression grim. “He breached the perimeter this time. We found boot prints in the mud leading back to the outer fence. No other trace...no scent, no trail. Whoever it was masked themselves.”

Jungkook’s head snapped toward the rock, the muscle in his jaw ticking as though it might break bone.

Yoongi set the rock down on the desk, voice clipped. “This wasn’t sloppy. They wanted you awake. Wanted you rattled.”

The air thickened instantly, charged with Jungkook’s pheromones, bitter and sharp like ozone before a lightning strike. Jimin instinctively shifted closer, wrapping Jaehyun tighter, shielding him against the storm rolling off their alpha.

Jungkook rose slowly, every inch of him coiled with rage. His voice dropped to something lethal. “Then we hunt them down. And when we do…” his gaze flicked to the rock, then back to Yoongi, eyes blazing, “I’ll make sure they will never use their arms again.”

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The bedroom was dim, the curtains still drawn, the only sound the steady hum of the rain outside and the slow, even breathing of his boys. Jimin blinked awake, head still heavy with restless dreams.

He turned onto his side, gaze softening at the sight before him. Jungkook lay on his back, one strong arm curled protectively around Jaehyun, who was tucked against his chest like a second heartbeat. His alpha’s face, usually carved from hard lines, was softened in sleep...lashes shadowing his cheeks, lips parted slightly, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. The sight made something ache in Jimin, fragile and tender.

The balcony door was boarded up now, planks nailed across where glass used to be. The memory of it shattering still made his skin prickle, the sound of it hauntingly sharp in his ears. He tore his gaze away, unwilling to let that panic live in his chest this morning.

Carefully, Jimin slid from the bed. Jungkook stirred but didn’t wake, tightening his hold around their pup instead. Jimin lingered a moment, heart tugging at the image, before padding barefoot into the bathroom.

Steam curled around him as he stepped beneath the spray of the shower, hot water sluicing down his skin, easing the stiffness in his shoulders. He braced a hand against the cool tile, letting the heat wash over him, trying to breathe out the fear that still clung to him like smoke.

But it wasn’t just fear gnawing at him. A low cramp twisted in his belly, sharp enough to make him suck in a breath. He pressed his palm flat against his stomach, biting his lip. It had been happening for nearly two weeks now, on and off, but each day the cramps grew harder to ignore.

His heat. It was coming. And it was coming at the worst possible time.

He exhaled shakily, forehead resting against the tile. Jungkook hadn’t noticed yet...hadn’t caught the subtle shift in his scent. That bought him time. But not much.

He needed to see Jin. For himself, and for Jaehyun too...it had been too long since their last checkup. Jimin knew Jungkook would insist on both of them being healthy, especially now with danger scraping at their doorstep.

Still, the thought lodged in his chest and refused to let go: what about this heat? Should he ask Jin for birth control?

The idea of another pup in this life, with rocks being hurled through windows and men lurking in shadows, terrified him. He wanted Jaehyun safe, wanted to believe in a future where nothing could touch them. Another child might only put them all at greater risk.

And yet…the thought of another tiny heartbeat, another little one curled against his chest, another laugh like Jaehyun’s filling the halls...it warmed him in ways he could barely stand. He closed his eyes, torn between fear and yearning.

The water grew too hot, stinging against his skin, and Jimin finally shut it off. He stepped out, towel-drying quickly, forcing his hands to stop trembling.

Slipping into a pair of denim shorts and a tank top, he sat on the edge of the sink, pulled out his phone, and typed:

Hyung, do you have time to see me and Jaehyun for checkups today?

The message sat heavy until the phone buzzed back a few minutes later.

Anytime. Just bring him down. I’ll see you both.-- Jin

Relief loosened something in his chest. He tucked the phone away, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes looked tired, shadows clinging underneath. But beneath it was determination. He’d take Jaehyun today. He’d face Jin’s gentle questions, maybe even the harder ones about his heat, about pups, about the choices he still hadn’t made.

And maybe, just maybe, he’d figure out what to do before Jungkook realized the truth in his scent.

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That morning as they walked down to the dining room for breakfast, Jimin lifted Jaehyun into his chair at the dining table while Jimin poured him some milk. “We both have appointments with Jin today,” Jimin said softly, glancing at Jungkook.

Jungkook’s dark eyes lifted, sharp with instinctive caution. “Everything okay?” he asked, his tone low and careful, almost a growl.

“Yeah,” Jimin replied smoothly, brushing a hand over Jaehyun’s back. “Just normal checkups. Nothing to worry about.”

Jungkook’s shoulders relaxed fractionally, though his gaze stayed alert. “I’ll be there with you,” he murmured, taking his seat beside Jaehyun.

Jimin shook his head gently, reaching for Jungkook’s hand across the table. “No, alpha. It’s okay. Go to work. It’s just a normal appointment,” he said softly, trying to reassure him.

Jungkook grunted, a short, low sound, and continued eating without another word. His eyes flicked occasionally to Jimin and Jaehyun, still alert, still protective.

The breakfast table was warm but quiet. Jaehyun chattered happily about the toys he wanted to play with after the clinic, his fork moving efficiently through scrambled eggs and toast. Jimin sipped his coffee, glancing occasionally at Jungkook. The alpha’s eyes were sharp, scanning the mansion grounds even now, but there was a softness in the way he watched his mate and pup.

Jimin reached under the table and pressed a hand to Jungkook’s forearm. “Don’t worry, Kookie. We’ll be fine,” he murmured. Jungkook’s hand brushed over his in response, a silent promise of protection.

After breakfast, Jimin helped Jaehyun gather his small bag, packed with toys, drinks, and snacks for the clinic. Jungkook rose smoothly, adjusting his jacket. “Let’s go, I'll walk you both to the clinic.” he said, voice low but firm, protective. He moved past the dining room, a shadow of controlled power, with Jaehyun clinging to Jimin’s hand.

As they made their way through the mansion, the weight of recent threats lingered, but for now, family came first. The quiet confidence of Jungkook walking beside them was a reminder that no matter what, he would keep them safe.

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After Jungkook had kissed them both and told them goodbye, Jungkook’s protective presence still lingered even after he had left for work. Jimin gently set Jaehyun down in the clinic lobby, the little pup bouncing excitedly on his tiny feet. “Come on, little wolf,” Jimin murmured, tugging his son’s hand. “Let’s go see Doctor Jin.”

The moment Jin saw them, his face lit up like a sunrise. “Ah! Our little alpha prince,” he exclaimed, scooping Jaehyun up effortlessly. He exaggerated the weight, wobbling theatrically. “What has your eomma been feeding you? You’re getting heavy!”

Jaehyun squealed in delight, kicking his legs and laughing uncontrollably. “Eomma feeds me good!” he giggled.

Jimin chuckled behind them, shaking his head. “That’s true,” he said, smiling at how full of life his son was.

“Alright, alright, let’s see just how big our little wolf has gotten,” Jin said, setting Jaehyun carefully on the scale. He leaned over, theatrically gasping as the numbers settled. “Forty pounds?! My goodness, little alpha…almost as heavy as your Appa!”

Jaehyun giggled again, sticking a finger in his mouth, clearly enjoying the attention. Jimin laughed too, the sound warm and soft, echoing off the clinic walls.

“Now, height,” Jin said, guiding Jaehyun to stand against the wall. “Let’s see those long legs of yours.” He moved the scale to measure the pup’s height. “Forty inches already?! Where did you get these legs, hmm?” He lifted the hem of his pant leg, comparing it with Jaehyun’s.

The little pup cackled, leaning slightly into Jin’s arms. “I have Appa's long legs!” he shouted, full of pride.

Jin scooped him up again, pretending to roar like a plane as he set Jaehyun gently on the exam table. “Stick your tongue out and say AHHHH!”

Jaehyun obeyed with a big laugh. Jin shone the light down his throat, then leaned closer with a mock-serious tone. “Yup…I can see your wolf down there.”

“Nooo! You can’t see my wolf!” Jaehyun protested, doubling over in laughter. Jin crossed his eyes at him, and the little boy squealed even harder, clutching his stomach.

“Alright, alright, time to check those ears,” Jin said, guiding Jaehyun’s head gently as he shone the light into each ear. “Aha…just as I suspected. Very dirty ears.”

“My ears aren’t dirty! Eomma washes them every night!” Jaehyun gasped, indignant.

Jin laughed and pinched the pup’s nose. “I’m just joking, little alpha. They’re squeaky clean. Perfectly healthy.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small lollipop. “For being such a brave boy, here...this is for you.”

Jaehyun’s eyes sparkled as he unwrapped it eagerly. Jimin watched with a soft, proud smile as his son savored the treat.

“Now, go sit at the kids’ table and color while I check Eomma’s ears,” Jin instructed.

Jaehyun puffed up his little chest. “Eomma’s ears are clean too! Appa licks them every night!”

Jimin froze, heat rising to his cheeks. Jin’s smirk was subtle but knowing. “Oh? Is that so?” he said, eyebrows raised.

“He...uh…he’s just joking,” Jimin mumbled, trying not to laugh, but a warm blush spread across his face.

Jin motioned for Jimin to take a seat on the exam chair, giving him a reassuring smile. “Alright, Eomma, let’s make sure you’re doing well too,” he said, his tone warm but professional.

Jimin let out a quiet sigh, shoulders relaxing slightly as he settled in. “It’s…been a stressful few weeks,” he admitted, glancing toward Jaehyun, who was happily coloring a rainbow at the kids’ table.

Jin nodded knowingly. “I can imagine. Between everything that’s been happening with the intruder and managing your little alpha…it’s a lot.”

Jimin nodded, biting his lip. “Yeah…and, um…I think my heat is coming soon,” he murmured, a flush creeping up his neck. “I’ve been ignoring it, but the cramps are getting stronger.”

Jin raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. “I see. That’s important to stay on top of.” He tapped his pen thoughtfully. “Are you thinking about…birth control?”

Jimin hesitated, eyes dropping. “I…I don’t know. With everything happening, with Jungkook…I just…I don’t want to bring another pup into this mess. I don't want to add more burden to Jungkook. But at the same time…” His voice trailed, a warmth spreading in his chest at the thought of another little one.

Jin nodded, resting a hand on Jimin’s arm. “That’s not something I can decide for you,” he said gently. “But I’d highly suggest talking to Jungkook about it. He deserves to be part of the decision, and honestly…he’ll want to protect you and your little one no matter what.”

Jimin exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing a little. “Yeah…you’re right. I guess I just needed to hear that.”

Jin smiled softly. “Good. We’ll get you checked out, make sure you’re healthy, and then you can have that conversation with your alpha.” He started the exam, moving with practiced care, checking vitals and asking gentle questions.

Jimin relaxed further, glancing over at Jaehyun and feeling his heart swell as he watched the pup’s little hands move across the page, focused on his coloring. “He’s growing so fast,” Jimin murmured to himself.

Jin glanced up, following his gaze. “Yes…and he’s a strong little alpha. You’re both doing a great job raising him, Jimin.”

Jimin’s eyes softened. “Thanks…we just want to keep him safe. Always.”

Jin’s smile deepened, almost knowing, but he didn’t push. He finished the exam quickly and efficiently, making Jimin feel cared for but not embarrassed. “Everything looks good. Healthy, strong, ready for your heat, and...” he gave a teasing smirk, “...with a little talk with your alpha, you’ll be just fine.”

Jimin chuckled softly, a blush still warming his cheeks. “Yeah…I guess I better start thinking about that conversation.”

Jin patted his shoulder gently. “You’ll figure it out. You’re an incredible Eomma, Jimin. Both of your wolves are lucky to have you.”

Jimin swallowed, eyes moist, heart full. “I just…I love them so much.”

Jin’s smile was quiet but approving. “I know. That’s all that matters. And remember...this is your life, your family. You have a say in everything.”

Jimin nodded, feeling both the weight and the warmth of that responsibility. His gaze flicked to Jaehyun, then thought of Jungkook upstairs working, protecting them even when they weren’t aware. He knew he’d have to tell his alpha soon...but for now, he let himself breathe, letting the security of Jin’s presence and the laughter of his son fill him with peace.

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That night, after Jaehyun’s bath and bedtime story, the pup was drowsy and pliant, curls sticking damp to his forehead. Jungkook lingered in the small room long after Jimin had whispered goodnight. He smoothed the blanket up to Jaehyun’s chin and pressed a kiss to the soft skin of his forehead.

Bam had already hopped onto the toddler bed, curling his big frame protectively around Jaehyun. The pup’s little hand rested trustingly against the dog’s fur. Jungkook’s chest warmed at the sight, pride and love mixing with the ever-present steel edge of vigilance.

He bent down, voice low and commanding as he brushed his hand along Bam’s back.

“Bam. Protect. Do not let anyone near my pup.”

The Doberman's ears perked, muscles tense beneath the alpha’s hand. A low growl rumbled in his chest, tail flicking once before he resettled, pressing closer to Jaehyun’s side. That promise was enough to let Jungkook exhale, though he still cast one last sweeping glance across the darkened room before turning away.

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The office lights were dimmed low, casting a warm amber glow over the dark wood shelves and heavy desk. The faint hum of Jungkook’s computer filled the silence, mingling with the soft tick of the old clock on the wall.

Jaehyun had long since passed out on the rug in front of the large TV mounted on the wall in the corner, Bam curled protectively at his side, the pup’s head resting against Jaehyun’s tiny back. The soft rhythm of their breathing was a lullaby in the otherwise quiet room.

Jimin, however, hadn’t left Jungkook’s office all evening. His preheat had been clawing at him, leaving him restless and unbearably clingy. He didn’t want to be more than a few feet from his alpha, not when his skin felt too hot, too sensitive, every brush of fabric making his chest tight.

He curled himself up in the leather chair beside Jungkook’s, legs tucked beneath him, leaning into the pull of his mate’s presence. His scent was faintly sweet with the edge of preheat, not full-blown yet, but enough to tug at Jungkook’s instincts like a hook buried deep in his chest.

Jungkook had tried to focus on work, but his eyes kept drifting back to Jimin...small, warm, gaze fixed on him like he was the only anchor left in the world. His alpha instincts were wound tight after the intruder incident, and having his omega this soft, this vulnerable, right beside him only sharpened them further.

Finally, Jungkook closed the file he’d been staring at and turned toward him fully. His arm stretched along the back of Jimin’s chair, not quite touching, but close enough that the weight of his presence pressed like a shield around him.

“Jimin,” Jungkook said at last, voice low and rough. His dark eyes were blown wide, his control stretched thin by the heady mix of fear and desire. “Next week…your heat will come.”

Jimin’s cheeks warmed, and his gaze dropped to his lap. Just hearing it aloud made his body thrum with nervous anticipation. “I know.”

Jungkook’s jaw flexed, throat bobbing as he swallowed. “I’ve been thinking,” he said carefully, like every word was weighed, “it may not be safe for you here. Not after that intruder. I should take you and Jaehyun to one of my safe houses.”

Jimin’s head shot up, lips parting in quiet protest. “A safe house?” His voice came sharper than he meant, panic threading the word. “No…I don’t want that. I don’t want to leave my nest, Jungkook.”

His voice trembled on that word...nest...and Jungkook felt it like a punch to the chest. He reached forward immediately, cupping Jimin’s face in both hands.

“Baby…listen to me. I just want you safe. The thought of someone breaking in while you’re...” his nostrils flared, his control threatening to slip, “...while you’re needy, swollen with heat, unable to fight back...it makes me homicidal.”

A soft whine slipped out of Jimin before he could stop it, fragile and raw. Jungkook’s hands tightened on his cheeks, the sound ripping straight through him.

“I can’t bear the thought of anyone even looking at you like that,” Jungkook rasped. His eyes burned with something dangerous. “I’d tear them apart.”

Jimin leaned into the warmth of his touch, body softening. “I don’t want to be locked away somewhere strange. I want my nest. My blankets. My pup. My alpha.” His glossy eyes lifted, determined despite the tremble in his lips. “I want you with me, not some strange, empty house with guards.”

Jungkook’s chest ached at the plea. He would prefer they go to a safe house, but he'd never been one to deny his love anything. His omega’s trust, his need, cut deeper than his fear ever could. He pressed his forehead to Jimin’s, breathing in his scent, grounding himself in it.

“Then we stay,” Jungkook murmured, the words a vow. “You in our nest, and Jaehyun nearby. I’ll make this house a fortress. I’ll patrol every inch, reinforce everything, flood this place with guards if I have to. No one...no one...will get near you.”

Jimin’s breath caught, shaky and soft. “I trust you, Alpha.”

The word unraveled him. A deep growl rumbled in Jungkook’s chest as he pulled Jimin onto his lap, settling him snug against his broad frame. Jimin melted instantly, clutching at his shirt, soaking in the firm wall of his alpha’s body against his own overheated skin.

“You’re mine,” Jungkook whispered, lips brushing against his temple, trailing kisses down the side of his face to the delicate curve of his jaw. “Every inch of you. Safe in your nest, with your alpha. That’s how it should be.”

Jimin whimpered, every brush of Jungkook’s lips leaving his preheat-sensitive body twitching.

“Alpha…” His voice cracked, high and needy without meaning to.

Jungkook’s growl deepened, but he kept his control, burying his face in Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing the mating bite there in a phantom promise. Jimin shuddered, clutching at him tighter.

“I’ll protect you,” Jungkook swore against his throat. “From the intruder, from the world, from everything. You’ll ride out your heat in my arms, in your nest, with our pup safe nearby. No one will touch you but me. No one will ever touch you but me.”

Jimin moaned faintly, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his alpha’s vow. His thighs shifted restlessly in Jungkook’s lap, heat curling in his belly, but he flushed when he felt the answering hardness beneath him.

Jungkook held him tighter, growling low and possessive as he buried his face deeper in his neck. “Not yet, baby. Not yet. But soon. When your heat comes, I’ll claim you again and again until you can’t even remember your own name. Until the only thing you know is that you’re mine.”

Jimin whimpered softly, trembling in his arms...overwhelmed, but safe. Exactly where he wanted to be.

On the floor, Jaehyun shifted in his sleep and Bam lifted his head, watching with protective eyes before settling back down. The quiet of the office pressed in, but wrapped in his alpha’s arms, Jimin knew no darkness could ever reach him.

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The study was suffocating with the weight of silence. The blinds open wide, afternoon sun stretching across the shelves of books and leather-bound files, while the faint hum of security cameras filled the space like static. Papers littered the desk, security reports piled high, but Jungkook hadn’t read a single line in the last half hour. His whiskey glass sweated on the wood, untouched.

He sat forward in the leather chair, elbows braced on his knees, his thumb rubbing raw at the inside of his palm. His leg bounced restlessly, the sharp click of his heel against the floor the only sound in the room. He looked like a wolf trapped in a cage too small, the air around him thick with restless, warning pheromones.

The door opened quietly. Hoseok stepped inside, his presence gentle, like he was careful not to spook a predator on edge. He closed the door with a click and leaned against it, watching Jungkook.

“You’re brooding,” Hoseok said at last, his voice calm, threaded with warmth.

Jungkook didn’t look up. His jaw flexed. “I’m thinking.”

“Thinking doesn’t usually smell like scorched spices.” Hoseok crossed the room and perched against the edge of the desk, glancing at the reports scattered there. “Or look like you’re about to claw through the floorboards.”

Jungkook’s nostrils flared, and he finally met Hoseok’s eyes. His own were sharp, rimmed red with sleeplessness, pupils blown wide with the intensity of his instincts. “His heat is days away, Hoseok. Days. And there’s an intruder slipping through my walls like a fucking ghost.” He slammed a fist into the desk, rattling the whiskey glass. “You tell me how I’m supposed to keep him safe when I can’t even see the threat.”

“You already know how,” Hoseok answered evenly. “You’d throw yourself in front of a bullet if it came to that. You’d die before you let anyone lay a hand on him.”

“That’s not enough!” The roar ripped out of Jungkook before he could hold it back, deep and raw from his chest. He pushed up from his chair, pacing the room in harsh strides, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. “I want him in the safe house with reinforced walls, steel doors, no fucking windows. But when I told him...” His voice broke, jagged. “He looked at me like I’d betrayed him. Like I was ripping the ground out from under his feet.”

Hoseok studied him quietly, letting Jungkook’s fury run its course before he spoke. “Because for Jimin, his nest is more than blankets and pillows. It’s where he feels like he can breathe. You take that from him, he won’t feel safe...he’ll feel stolen from.”

Jungkook froze mid-stride, his back to Hoseok, shoulders shaking. His voice came out low, dangerous. “I don’t give a damn what he feels if it means he’s alive.”

“Yes, you do,” Hoseok countered softly, but firm. “That’s why you’re in here unraveling instead of already dragging him to the safe house. You care more about how he feels than your own sanity, Jungkook. Don’t lie to me...and don’t lie to yourself.”

The words hit their mark. Jungkook’s shoulders dropped a fraction, though his fists stayed clenched. His breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling like he was holding back another growl.

Hoseok’s tone softened further, voice like steady hands on a wound. “Reinforce the nest. Put guards at every exit. Lock every window, board the balcony doors, wire the doors, keep him surrounded outside the nest by your men. Let him stay where he feels safe...and you stay in there with him through the whole heat. He doesn’t need steel walls. He needs you. That’s the strongest shield he could have.”

Jungkook turned finally, eyes blazing, dark and sharp as obsidian. His voice came out hoarse. “If that bastard comes near him while he’s vulnerable...”

“You’ll rip him apart,” Hoseok interrupted, without hesitation. “We both know it. But listen to me: the real fight right now isn’t out there. It’s making sure Jimin doesn’t think he’s a prisoner. He’s already yours, Kook. Don’t make him feel caged when all he wants is your arms around him.”

Jungkook stared at him, chest heaving. Slowly, the storm inside him shifted, his expression twisting with something raw and aching. His head tipped back, eyes closing, a growl rumbling low in his throat...not angry now, but protective. Possessive. “Mine,” he whispered. Then louder, more certain: “He’s mine. No one touches him.”

“And he knows that,” Hoseok murmured, a faint smile curling his lips. “That’s why he clings to you even when he’s scared. Trust that bond.”

Jungkook’s chest heaved with a shaky breath, but the lines on his face didn’t ease. “And Jaehyun? He can’t be here during it. I don’t want him exposed to…to the things he’s too young to understand.”

Hoseok nodded, unsurprised. He let a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth, a touch of warmth breaking through the seriousness. “Then let him stay with Namjoon and Jin for a few days. He’ll be with Min-gi, and you know he and Min-gi love each other. He'll be right down the hall from you.”

Jungkook frowned, protective instinct still gnawing at him. “And if something happens?”

“Nothing will happen,” Hoseok said firmly, leaning forward, eyes sharp. “You know Namjoon. That alpha would fight a bear before he let anyone touch the pups. You trust him with your life, Kook. Trust him with Jaehyun’s too.”

For the first time all night, Jungkook exhaled something close to relief. His shoulders slumped, and he dragged a hand through his hair, the fight draining out of him just a little. “Yeah…you’re right. He’d protect them. Always has.”

The alpha exhaled hard through his nose, running his hands over his face. He dropped back into the chair heavily, but his spine straightened with new resolve. When his eyes lifted again, they were cold and lethal. “Then we fortify the nest. I’ll stay with him through his heat. And if that intruder breathes near his door...” His lips curled into a vicious smile. “I’ll make sure his last breath is a scream.”

Hoseok nodded once, satisfied. “That’s the don I know.”

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Later that day, Jungkook found Jimin on the bed, half-buried in their nest of blankets. The omega was restless, tugging one pillow into place only to push it away a heartbeat later. His cheeks were pink, lips parted, scent drifting sweeter than honey...preheat tugging at him inch by inch.

“Baby,” Jungkook said softly, leaning on the doorframe.

Jimin startled, then offered a small smile. “You’re brooding. I can feel it from here.”

Jungkook walked over and sank down at the edge of the nest, pulling him close until Jimin was kneeling between his thighs. His big hands fit around Jimin’s waist, thumbs stroking slow circles.

“I talked to Hoseok,” Jungkook murmured. “We’ve made some decisions.”

Jimin tilted his head, watching him with wide eyes.

“Jaehyun’s going to stay with Namjoon and Jin during your heat,” Jungkook said carefully, expecting protest. “He’ll be with Min-gi. He'll be safe, spoiled, and out of reach. Namjoon will protect him with his life ”

For a moment, Jimin’s lips parted in resistance. His hand fluttered against Jungkook’s chest like he wanted to argue and protest. But then he let out a breath and leaned his forehead against his alpha’s.

“He’ll love it,” Jimin admitted softly. “He hates leaving Min-gi. And…I know Jin will fuss over him and take care of him.”

Jungkook kissed him, lingering, grateful for the trust. Then he pulled back, his voice dropping low, rough. “That’s settled. Now we make sure no one even dreams of getting close to you.”

Jimin hummed and leaned closer to his alpha.

Jungkook’s gaze flicked toward the hallway. “Where’s Jaehyun?” he asked, voice low, almost a growl, the alpha’s concern sharpening at the mention of his pup.

Jimin leaned back slightly, brushing a hand over Jungkook’s chest. “He’s in his room,” he murmured, voice soft. “Taking a nap. I just checked on him. He’s sleeping soundly.”

Jungkook’s hand lingered on Jimin’s hip, thumb tracing small, protective circles. Relief threaded through his tension, but it was brief. His sharp senses caught something that made his chest tighten.

Jimin’s scent...always his marker, always his pull...was sweeter than usual, delicate and intoxicating. It tugged at every instinct in Jungkook, sending a ripple of desire and possessiveness through him.

“Two days,” Jungkook muttered under his breath, more to himself than to Jimin, eyes narrowing as he inhaled deeply. “Two days until it hits… at the most.”

Jimin shivered slightly under his touch, the movement subtle but enough to make Jungkook’s hands tighten. He leaned down, brushing his nose along the curve of Jimin’s neck, inhaling that warm, lemon honeyed scent.

“You’re already mine, baby,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and rough. “And when it comes, no one’s getting near you. Not anyone.”

Jimin’s lips parted, a soft whimper escaping. “I know, Alpha,” he whispered, pressing a hand to Jungkook’s chest. “I trust you…always.”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened as he pulled him closer, curling around him like a protective barrier. “Good,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “Because I’ll be guarding you with everything I am…nothing and no one will touch my omega or our pup.”

He paused, letting the words sink in, then pulled back just enough to look Jimin in the eyes. “We’re going to reinforce this room,” he said, voice firm, low and decisive. “When your heat hits, this nest will be your fortress. Thick locks, alarms, blackout curtains…Taehyung will stand guard outside the door, cameras on every angle, no one will get close. You’ll be completely safe here.”

Jimin’s eyes widened slightly, a mix of awe and relief coloring his expression. “You…you’ll do all that?” he whispered, almost disbelieving.

“Every bit,” Jungkook promised, thumb stroking the curve of Jimin’s hip. “Your nest will be impenetrable. I’ll make sure you’re protected…and I’ll be right here, with you, every second.”

He lingered there, chest pressed against Jimin’s, letting the warmth, the scent, and the closeness anchor both of them in the fragile calm before the storm of Jimin’s heat. Two days. Two days until it would arrive in full force...and Jungkook would make sure his omega was safe, secure, and utterly his.

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By the next morning, the mansion no longer felt like a home...it was a fortress, every corner sharpened with intent. The hum of drills, the snap of locks, the faint whir of a drone overhead formed a tense, almost rhythmic backdrop to Jungkook’s pacing.

He moved like a predator through the halls, eyes scanning every detail, every shadow. Floodlights had been installed along the south and east walls, their sharp beams slicing through the morning mist. Cameras swiveled smoothly on their mounts, yet Jungkook crouched to check angles, leaned close to see the feed from his tablet, then raised an eyebrow in dissatisfaction. “Too high. Lower it by two degrees...get the blind spots.”

Inside, their nest was a hive of activity. Hoseok’s calm voice cut through the clatter. “Blackout curtains here. Reinforced locks on this frame. Silent alarms trip straight to your phone. Pheromone-neutralizing spray along the vents.”

Jungkook didn’t just hear him. He watched every motion, every placement of every device, circling the nest like a wolf guarding its mate. He tugged at a curtain, checking for gaps, pressed along the lock mechanisms, testing their rigidity. One corner of the nest felt slightly uneven...he pressed and pushed until the mattress and blankets aligned perfectly. Even the pillows had to be exactly where he wanted, forming a protective barrier around Jimin.

“Too far over,” he muttered, pressing a hand over the edge of the window frame. “Move the sensor three inches closer to the corner. I don’t want any intrusion points, Hoseok.”

His hands were never still. He touched the reinforced locks, slid the security tablet across the table to check camera angles, then returned to the nest, pressing a palm over the blankets as if he could imprint safety into them physically. He adjusted pillows, re-tied cords holding the blackout curtains tight, and double-checked the alarm triggers. Every wire, every lock, every silent sensor was scrutinized, poked, tested, prodded. Nothing could be left to chance.

“Everything is connected to my phone,” he muttered to himself, voice low and tense. “Any movement, any…anomaly…I’ll see it before it sees him.”

Even as men worked around him, installing cameras and testing sensors, Jungkook felt the tight coil of vigilance in his chest. He couldn’t relax...not yet. Jimin was days away from heat, sweet, vulnerable, and pliant, and somewhere out there, the shadow of the intruder still lingered in his mind.

Nothing was fast enough. Nothing was strong enough. Nothing...except his relentless focus, his absolute control, and the promise that when the time came, his omega would be utterly safe.

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They had been waiting for this day...Jimin’s heat was expected to begin anytime now.

“Eomma! Appa! Can we bring the blanket? And my rocket ship too?” he squealed, eyes sparkling with excitement.

Jaehyun was a blur of motion, bouncing from one side of the room to the other, gathering socks, shirts, and his favorite plushies with manic energy. His little feet pounded softly against the floor, and his giggles echoed through the hall.

Jimin chuckled, crouching to scoop up a few stray toys. “Of course, baby. We’ll pack everything you need.” He smoothed down Jaehyun’s hair and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

Jungkook leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room. Even in this playful chaos, his alpha instincts never rested. Every movement, every shadow, every sound was catalogued in his mind. He smiled faintly at Jaehyun’s energy but kept his gaze sharp...always alert.

Jimin took a deep breath and crouched to Jaehyun’s level. “Alright, little wolf,” he said, voice calm and patient. “You’re going to stay with Jin, Namjoon, and Min-gi for three days while Eomma is in his nest.”

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Jimin’s body trembled violently, heat consuming him in merciless waves. Slick was already leaking from his tight hole, soaking the sheets beneath him, and his small frame writhed helplessly under Jungkook’s looming presence. Every nerve burned with desperate need, every muscle coiled with tension. He whimpered, voice cracking under the weight of his heat. “K-Kook…please…I need you…I need your cock…now…”

Jungkook’s dark eyes glinted with raw hunger, scent heavy and possessive in the hot, silent room. He leaned down, brushing his lips over Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing and nipping at the soft skin, tongue flicking over every sensitive patch. Jimin arched instinctively, moan ripping from him, pressing up against the alpha instinctively.

“Shh…relax, baby. I’ve got you,” Jungkook murmured, fingers trailing down Jimin’s sides, brushing over slick-covered skin, before cupping his thick ass. He spread the tight cheeks, teasing the slick hole with practiced fingers, testing the tight, hungry opening. Jimin gasped and wriggled, hips jerking violently with each teasing stroke.

He kissed his way down Jimin's sweat slicked skin until he reached the place that was throbbing for him. Jungkook lowered his mouth, tongue flicking over Jimin’s slick entrance, swirling, tasting, and teasing, lips grazing the sensitive rim. Jimin’s back arched, hands fisting in the sheets, nails scraping as his body writhed under every deliberate lick and nip. “Ahhh… K-Kook… please… I’m ready…” he moaned, voice high and desperate.

A low growl rumbled in Jungkook’s chest as he ate him out, alternating between licks, nips at the scent glands, and fingers pumping in perfect rhythm. Each slide of his tongue sent shivers through Jimin, his hips bucking reflexively, desperate for more contact, more stimulation.

“Fuck…Kook...I-I’m gonna…” Jimin gasped, slick flooding Jungkook’s mouth as his body quivered violently. The alpha swallowed every drop with a possessive growl, holding Jimin steady, lips brushing over his ear. “Mine…all mine,” he whispered darkly, crawling back up to settle between his trembling thighs.

Jimin’s hips lifted instinctively, quivering, desperate, whining under the alpha’s weight. “K-Kook…fuck me…I need it…your knot…please”

Jungkook gripped his hips firmly, controlling the frantic, desperate movements. “Easy, baby…I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he growled, dark eyes locking onto Jimin’s, full of hunger, obsession, and possession.

Jungkook lined up his cock and with a hiss, he pressed into him, thick length sliding into Jimin’s tight, slick hole. Jimin screamed, arching violently, nails raking down Jungkook’s shoulders as he adjusted to the full stretch. Jungkook paused just long enough for Jimin to feel the full thickness, savoring the stretch, before beginning deliberate, punishing strokes.

The first thrust was slow, calculated, allowing Jimin to soak in every inch of his alpha. Then Jungkook began moving long, hard, relentless, each slam eliciting desperate cries and whimpers from his omega. Lips returned to Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing, tongue flicking, nipping at scent glands, marking and claiming him with every motion.

“You like that, baby? Huh? You love being mine?” Jungkook growled, voice low and rough, each thrust deep and precise.

“Yes…yes…K-Kook…please…knot…I need it!” Jimin cried, hips bucking violently, body trembling as every nerve screamed for release. His slick coated them both, hot and dripping, scent marking the alpha in return.

Jungkook’s hands dug into Jimin’s hips, holding him firmly, controlling every frantic movement. With a low, possessive growl, his knot swelled inside, locking them together. Jimin’s scream tore through the room as his body convulsed violently, shuddering as Jungkook pumped cum deep into him, filling him completely. Every inch of him...slick, moans, heat...claimed.

Even as Jimin sagged against him, trembling, sweat-soaked, Jungkook pressed his forehead to the omega’s shoulder, fingers stroking soothing circles over his back. “Shh… you’re mine… all mine, baby. Just breathe,” he murmured. Jimin clung to him, quivering, finally calm, though his body still throbbed with residual heat and overstimulation.

But Jungkook knew his omega wasn’t done yet; another wave of heat simmered beneath the surface. The alpha’s hands roamed over his trembling mate, kneading, licking, nipping lightly, whispering possessive claims. “Mine…all mine...shh… I’m not done with you yet,” Jungkook murmured, watching Jimin’s slick, arousal, and desperate movements, every inch of him claimed, protected, adored.

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Jimin’s body had barely begun to relax when a sharp, fiery wave of heat ripped through him again. His hips twitched uncontrollably, slick leaking from his tight hole, stomach knotting painfully. He whimpered, voice trembling, and turned his gaze toward Jungkook and whimpered for his mate. “K-Kook…”

Jungkook’s dark eyes glinted with possessive hunger. He crouched over his omega, letting his hands roam over Jimin’s trembling thighs and slick-dampened skin. “Mine…always mine,” he growled low, deep in his chest. Without warning, he rolled Jimin onto his stomach, pressing him down firmly against the sheets. The small omega gasped sharply, body arching instinctively, ass lifting slightly, utterly at Jungkook’s mercy.

“Good boy…” Jungkook murmured, lips brushing over Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing lightly, tongue flicking over tender, sensitive patches. He nipped at the scent glands, leaving faint marks while pressing his hands to Jimin’s slick-covered ass, spreading the cheeks and teasing the tight, needy hole with his mouth and tongue. Growling as his omegas slick filled his mouth.

Jimin shivered violently, hips twitching and pressing back. “Ahhh… K-Kook… please…don’t stop…” His small hands fisted the sheets, nails scraping, body writhing with overstimulation. Every teasing touch, every nip made him quiver harder, slick flowing freely. Jungkook rose up on his knees between his spread thighs and mounted him.

Jungkook’s thick length throbbed against him as he pressed the tip to the tight entrance, teasing before sliding in fully. Jimin’s scream tore through the room, back arching violently, nails raking down the silk sheets. The alpha growled, holding him steady, letting him adjust to the full stretch. Once Jimin’s body was quivering beneath him, he began slow, deep thrusts, savoring every inch.

Each slam was long, punishing, precise, hitting every sensitive spot. Jungkook’s hands gripped Jimin’s hips, controlling the frantic bucking, holding him down just enough to maintain dominance. Lips found his neck, teeth grazing, tongue flicking over soft skin, leaving marks of possession. “You like this, baby? Huh? You love being mine like this?” he growled, voice low and demanding.

“Yes…yes…K-Kook…harder…your knot…I need it…” Jimin gasped, voice high and desperate, hips bucking violently. Every nerve screamed for release. Slick dripped freely, scent marking Jungkook, claiming him back in his own way.

Jungkook’s thrusts became longer, harder, and more relentless, pounding deep inside the tight, slick hole. He growled possessively as his knot began to swell. “Mine…I’m going to fill you, baby… lock you tight…”

With a low, guttural hiss, Jungkook’s knot swelled inside him, locking them together. Jimin screamed, body shuddering violently, slick and cum flooding the sheets, every inch of him trembling. The alpha pumped slowly and possessively, filling him completely, marking him fully.

Jimin sagged against the mattress, quivering, trembling from overstimulation, yet the heat beneath the surface simmered relentlessly. Jungkook’s hands roamed, kneading, brushing, licking, nipping lightly at his scent gland, murmuring possessive praises. “Mine…all mine… shh… this tight hole...all mine,” he whispered, voice low and intoxicating.

Jimin’s pants filled the quiet room as his body twitched, slick still dripping, trembling, utterly at the mercy of his alpha. Every stroke, every nibble, every possessive growl wrapped him tighter in Jungkook’s hold, imprinting ownership and desire into every shivering muscle.

Even as he came down from the wave, he knew the next one was not far behind...hot and inevitable, and Jungkook held him tight, ready to claim him again, every inch of him full, marked, and completely possessed.

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The room was still thick with the heat of the previous waves, sheets clinging to slick, sweat-drenched skin. Jimin lay across Jungkook, small body trembling, soft whimpers escaping as another wave of heat crashed over him. His slick-coated ass twitched involuntarily, stomach knotting painfully.

Jungkook stirred, sensing the familiar, desperate scent of need. His dark eyes flicked open, landing on Jimin’s whimpering form. A low growl rumbled through his chest. “Baby…you need me again, don’t you?” he murmured, voice thick with hunger and possessive intent.

Jimin’s hands fisted the sheets, voice shaky. “K-Kook…please…I need you… It hurts… I need your cock…” His small frame arched, desperate, needy.

Without hesitation, Jungkook shifted beneath him, lifting the omega onto his lap. Jimin pressed against him, the omega's slick tiny cock sliding against the alpha’s hard length. Jimin's fingers reached instinctively behind him, lining himself up with Jungkook’s massive cock, sliding fully onto the thick, waiting heat. He gasped as he bottomed out, palms pressing down hard against the alpha’s firm torso.

“Ahhh…yes…K-Kook…So big… I’m yours…” Jimin breathed, hips already rolling forward.

Jungkook’s hands gripped his thighs tightly, holding him secure while guiding each movement. “Ride me, baby…hard…show me how much you need it,” he growled, voice rough with desire, dark eyes fixed possessively on Jimin.

Jimin bounced, slick sliding freely between them, thighs trembling as he rode the alpha fast and hard. Every slam of skin to skin sent tremors through his body, whimpers spilling uncontrollably. “Ahh…yes…yes…K-Kook…harder...don’t stop…please…knot me…”

The alpha’s hips met Jimin’s thrusts with precision, deep and punishing. His teeth grazed the front of Jimin’s neck, nipping possessively, leaving small marks while murmuring low, heated praises. “So good…mine…all mine…gonna fill you up, baby…”

Jimin’s moans grew ragged, hips moving faster, slick coating them both as he cried, “Ahhh…K-Kook…I…I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum so hard…”

“Not yet, baby…hold it for me…” Jungkook growled, hands squeezing his hips, fingers digging into the slick-dampened flesh. His knot began to swell, thick and hot, stretching him fully. “So beautiful…you’re mine, baby…” he whispered possessively, driving deeper with each measured, punishing stroke.

Jimin’s body convulsed violently, slick dripping between them, moans turning into desperate whimpers. Jungkook pumped into him, knot beginning to swell, filling the omega deep and hot. Each thrust was deliberate, precise, and possessive, slamming against the tight walls that shivered around him.

“Yes…yes…K-Kook…your knot…fill me…please…” Jimin cried, bouncing hard, nails digging into the alpha’s shoulders, breath ragged, body trembling from overstimulation.

Jungkook hissed low in his chest, swollen knot locking them together fully. He pumped slowly, possessively, watching Jimin’s small body tremble violently as he took his cum...moans breaking into desperate, high whimpers. "Take it, baby…drain my cock...”

Even as Jimin sagged into him, utterly spent, hips twitching around the swollen knot, slick dripping freely, another residual wave teased beneath the surface. Jungkook held him tight, rubbing over his back, nipping lightly at the mating bite, murmuring possessive reassurances. Every inch of Jimin...slick, scent, moans, and trembling heat...was claimed, adored, and marked.

As the knot slowly released, Jimin pressed his face into Jungkook’s chest, shivering and whimpering, small fingers clutching at the alpha’s shoulders. “K-Kook…I…I’m not done…I need you again…” he breathed. Jungkook’s hands slid down to cup his ass, adjusting him, pressing forward slightly, letting him feel every inch of the thick, hot knot inside.

“Shh…mine, baby…all yours…I’m not letting go,” Jungkook whispered, growl vibrating in his chest. He began moving again, slow at first, letting Jimin ride him, then faster as the omega bucked desperately. He nipped at his neck, marking him, licking the sweat-slick skin, hands roaming possessively over trembling thighs.

Jimin moaned, bouncing faster, slick sliding between them, hips rocking into the alpha’s with every thrust. “Ahhh…K-Kook…harder…I…I need it…please…fill me…”

The alpha’s knot swelled again, locking them tightly, thick and hot inside the trembling omega. Jungkook pumped slowly, deep, possessive, until he was spilling again, filling Jimin completely, both of them slick, trembling, gasping.

Jimin sagged against Jungkook’s chest, sweat and slick-dampened hair plastered to his skin, body trembling from the intensity of the third wave. His small fingers fisted in the soaked sheets as he tried to catch his breath. Every nerve still burned, the aftershocks of overstimulation making his muscles twitch uncontrollably.

Jungkook held him close, arms wrapped possessively around his small frame, letting Jimin press against his chest. He rested his chin on top of Jimin’s head, dark hair brushing over the omega’s slicked neck. “Shh…it’s okay, baby….you’re okay…you did so good,” he murmured, voice low, deep, soothing. His hands rubbed slow, comforting circles over Jimin’s trembling back, kneading just enough to ease some of the tension from his overworked muscles.

Jimin nuzzled into him, lips brushing the hollow of Jungkook’s collarbone. “K-Kook…I…I’m still…all tingly…” he whispered, voice quivering. His hips twitched slightly even as he tried to relax.

“I know, baby…I know…” Jungkook hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. One large hand slid down to cradle Jimin’s ass gently, thumb stroking over the slick skin to ground him. “Shh…just breathe…I’ve got you. Always.”

Jimin’s breathing gradually evened, small whimpers fading into soft sighs. His fingers curled around Jungkook’s wrist, seeking the familiar pressure and warmth. “I…I feel so full… and sore…” he admitted quietly.

“You’re supposed to feel that way, baby…it means you’re mine. Mine and only mine,” Jungkook murmured, nipping lightly at the front of Jimin’s neck in a tender, possessive way. “I’m here. You don’t have to move. Just let me hold you.”

Jimin let himself melt into the alpha’s arms, body still quivering but comforted by the firm, protective presence. Jungkook’s hands roamed slowly, brushing over slick thighs, pressing gently to hips, tracing the contours of his small, spent body. “So good…so perfect…always mine…” he whispered, repeating the mantra like a shield, grounding the trembling omega in his possession.

Jimin rested his cheek against Jungkook’s chest, eyes half-lidded, body still twitching under residual heat. “K-Kook…I…I love you…” he murmured softly.

“I love you too, baby…more than anything,” Jungkook growled, dark and possessive, voice rumbling through his chest. He pressed a deep, lingering kiss to Jimin’s temple, then another to his forehead, letting the small gestures of care and adoration speak. “Shh…try and rest, baby.”

They stayed like that for a long while, tangled together on the slick, cum-soaked sheets, Jungkook’s strong arms holding Jimin securely while the small omega slowly calmed, letting the alpha’s scent, warmth, and steady heartbeat ground him. The room was quiet except for their mingled breathing, a protective bubble of calm between the waves of heat.

Even as Jimin rested, the faint tremor of another wave teased beneath the surface, but Jungkook’s hands and presence promised that when it hit, he would be there...ready to claim and care for him again.

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Jimin lay curled in the nest, body still trembling faintly from the intensity of the previous waves, slick and cum-drenched skin glistening in the soft light. His small fingers dug into the damp sheets as he tried to settle, but every nerve still screamed from overstimulation. He let out a soft, broken whimper, hips twitching even in sleep.

Jungkook’s dark eyes opened, scanning the messy, slick-scented nest. The omega’s scent hit him again...desperate, needy, hot...and a low growl rumbled in his chest. He gently brushed back damp strands of hair from Jimin’s forehead. “Baby…wake up a little, yeah? I’ve got you,” he murmured softly.

Jimin stirred, blinking up at him with half-lidded, wet eyes. “K-Kook…mmm…” His voice was weak, hoarse, still tinged with the memory of overstimulation.

“You need something to eat, baby. Just a little,” Jungkook said, rising to retrieve a bottle of water and a granola bar from the supplies Hoseok sent up earlier. He sat back down beside the omega, holding the granola bar in his hands. “Here…try a bite. I’ll hold it for you.”

Jimin hesitated, small fingers fumbling at the bar. “I…I’m so full…my body…it aches…” he whispered, pressing briefly against Jungkook’s chest.

“I know, baby…I know it does,” Jungkook soothed, running a hand along Jimin’s slick-dampened back in slow, comforting circles. “Just a little…for strength. That’s all. You don’t have to eat much.”

With effort, Jimin managed a few bites, the sweetness of the granola grounding him as he leaned against Jungkook’s chest. He sighed softly, eyelids fluttering as he nuzzled into the alpha, seeking warmth and comfort.

Satisfied, Jungkook rose and checked the security monitors, scanning the cameras for any signs of trouble. Everything was calm, exactly as it should be. A quick check of his phone showed no alerts. Satisfied, he exhaled, letting his shoulder relax slightly, before heading to the bathroom to draw a bath. Steam filled the room as he added hot water and a few drops of eucalyptus oil, the sharp, soothing scent filling the air.

Returning to the nest, Jungkook looked at the curled omega with a soft, possessive expression. “Come on, baby…let’s get you in the bath. You’re sore. I want to make you feel better,” he said. His voice was low, dark, and soothing.

Jimin whimpered, small frame trembling. “K-Kook…bath…”

“I’ve got you, baby…I’ve got you,” Jungkook murmured, scooping him up bridal-style. Jimin’s arms draped loosely over his shoulders, still slick, still trembling, his face nuzzling into the alpha’s neck.

“Shh…it’s okay…just relax, baby. You’re safe,” Jungkook whispered, carrying him to the steaming tub. He gently lowered Jimin into the water, letting the heat envelope him, easing some of the soreness from every joint and muscle.

Jungkook climbed in behind him, chest pressing to Jimin’s back, hands sliding gently over his slick skin. “Shh...I’m right here. Let me wash you, baby,” he murmured. His hands moved deliberately, brushing over sensitive areas, massaging tense muscles. Then, carefully, his fingers slid to the omega’s swollen and tender hole, cleaning out the cum and slick left inside.

Jimin shivered violently at the touch, whimpering softly. “Ah…K-Kook…”

“Shh…it’s okay, baby…nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve got you,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the hollow of his neck. His hands were firm, protective, soothing, ensuring that every inch of Jimin’s small, overstimulated body was cared for.

When the bath was done, Jungkook drained the tub and stood, rinsing them both under the shower, water running over their slick-drenched bodies, washing away sweat, heat, and lingering scent. He dried Jimin carefully first, wrapping the small omega in a warm towel, then himself. He then carried Jimin back to the nest, the small omega pressing against his chest, still trembling faintly. But before settling, Jungkook’s eyes flicked to the sheets, still slick and sticky from their earlier heat waves. A faint growl rumbled in his chest.

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The morning light was spilling gold across the hallway when Jungkook finally opened their door. His arm was firm around Jimin’s waist, keeping him steady. Jimin’s steps were slow, body still tender and heavy after the days he had spent burning through his heat, but there was a quiet brightness in his eyes now...a glow that only the thought of their pup could bring.

Right outside, Taehyung straightened from where he had been leaning against the wall. His hair was mussed, dark circles under his eyes, but his stance was alert, hand still resting on the butt of his holstered weapon.

“You can rest now,” Jungkook said quietly, reaching out to clasp Taehyung’s shoulder. His voice carried the weight of gratitude he rarely spoke aloud. “Thank you. I owe you.”

Taehyung gave a sharp nod, his gaze flicking to Jimin. His expression softened just a little when he took in the omega’s flushed cheeks and tired body. “Glad you’re both okay. I’ll get some sleep. Call me if you need me.” With that, he stepped back, finally letting himself breathe as Jungkook led Jimin onward.

The walk down the family wing was quiet except for the sound of Jimin’s breathing and the brush of his steps against the polished floors. Then, faintly, came the sound of laughter...high, sweet, and bubbling. Jimin’s hand tightened on Jungkook’s arm.

The sitting room came into view, and there on the rug, playing with Min-gi, surrounded by blocks and stuffed animals, was Jaehyun. Jin sat cross-legged nearby with a toy in hand, while Namjoon leaned against the wall behind them, protective as ever.

The second Jaehyun’s wide brown eyes spotted his parents, the laughter broke. His little face crumpled, lip trembling, and in the next heartbeat he was running...small legs pumping, arms outstretched.

“Appa! Eomma!” His cry was broken, desperate, thick with the kind of longing that had no words.

Jungkook bent instantly, scooping him up against his chest. The pup clung fiercely, arms tight around his neck, fists twisting into his shirt as if he were afraid to let go. His tiny body shook with sobs.

Jungkook pressed kisses over his damp cheeks, his throat tight. “Shh, baby. Appa’s here now. I missed you so much.” His voice cracked, and he held him tighter, burying his face against Jaehyun’s little shoulder.

But Jaehyun was already wriggling, pulling back just enough to turn toward Jimin, little arms reaching. “Eomma too! Eomma!” His face was blotchy and wet with tears, but his need was clear.

Jimin’s own tears spilled before he could stop them. He held out his trembling arms, and Jungkook shifted, carefully passing the pup into his omega’s embrace. The moment Jaehyun landed against Jimin’s chest, he burrowed in, clutching fistfuls of his eomma’s shirt, sobbing softly into his scent.

“I’m here, baby,” Jimin whispered, rocking him gently. His lips brushed over Jaehyun’s hair again and again, his hands rubbing his little back. “Eomma’s here. I’ll never leave you.”

Jungkook pressed close, encasing them both in his arms until they were one bundle of warmth and scent and steady heartbeat. He bent to kiss the top of Jimin’s head, then pressed his mouth to Jaehyun’s temple. “We’re both here. Appa and Eomma aren’t going anywhere.”

Jaehyun hiccupped, whimpering but soothed by being held between them. His little body finally began to relax, clinging to both parents as if anchoring himself.

Behind them, Jin’s smile was tender, though his eyes were wet too. “He had such a good time...he played, he ate, he laughed. But yesterday he got quiet. He kept asking for his nest. He missed you both.”

That made Jimin’s arms tighten even more. His chest ached with guilt, but also with overwhelming love. He looked up at Jungkook, eyes shimmering. Jungkook met his gaze with the same mix of sorrow and fierce determination, then nuzzled his nose against Jimin’s temple.

Jaehyun’s little voice cracked through the moment, muffled by Jimin’s shoulder: “Stay…stay home?”

“Yes,” Jungkook growled softly, promising with every ounce of his being. “Home. With us. Always.”

Jimin was the first to ease back, brushing Jaehyun’s wet lashes with his thumb. His voice trembled, soft and coaxing. “Come on, baby. Let’s go to our nest.”

The pup sniffled, hiccuping as he nodded, then instinctively reached up for Jungkook again. Jimin eased him closer into his alpha’s arms, guiding him gently as Jungkook wrapped his strong arms around the little body. Jaehyun’s tiny hands stayed locked around Jungkook’s neck, holding on as if afraid to let go. Jungkook adjusted him carefully against his chest, one arm cradling him securely, while the other reached out to take Jimin’s hand.

Namjoon walked them to the door, a fond smile lingering on his face despite the raw emotion hanging in the air. “He really was a good boy. Ate all his meals, slept well...just missed you both too much at the end.”

“Thank you,” Jimin whispered, voice thick with gratitude. His free hand smoothed Jaehyun’s back as if to reassure him even now. “For watching over him.”

Jin stepped close, touching Jimin’s arm gently. His smile was knowing, tender. “Rest together now. He needs your closeness as much as you need his.”

Jaehyun buried his damp face in Jungkook’s neck, breathing in his Appa’s scent like it was the only thing grounding him, but his little hand reached blindly until Jimin caught it and laced their fingers tight. They walked like that, a closed circle, bound together.

When they finally stepped back inside their own wing of the mansion, Jaehyun’s soft whimpers had calmed, replaced by the occasional sniffle. Jimin spread the nest wider with fresh blankets, his movements tender and practiced, while Jungkook carefully lowered their son into the middle of it.

The pup immediately whimpered again, reaching up with both arms, little fingers grasping desperately. “Eomma…Appa…stay.” His voice was thick and broken with leftover tears, the raw need in it making Jimin’s chest ache.

“We’re not going anywhere,” Jungkook promised at once, dropping down into the nest, his big frame bracketing Jaehyun’s tiny body. Jimin followed, sliding close until they were pressed together in a cocoon of warmth and safety.

Jaehyun tucked himself tight between them, one fist clutching Jimin’s shirt while the other buried in Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook welcomed him instantly, strong arms folding around the pup protectively, holding him as if he’d never let go again. Jimin shifted to his side, sliding closer, until his hand rested over Jaehyun's soft little belly. His breathing hitched, then steadied as their scents wrapped him in the familiar comfort he’d been longing for.

Finally secure, Jaehyun’s lashes fluttered shut, his tiny body melting against Jungkook as sleep reclaimed him. Jimin’s hand stroked over his belly in slow, soothing circles, eyes fixed on him with quiet wonder. “He’s so much like you, Kook...strong, but sensitive too.”

Jungkook pressed a kiss to the crown of Jimin’s head, then another to Jaehyun’s temple, his voice low and steady. “He’s mine. Ours. That’s all that matters.”

The room settled into stillness, golden light spilling across the blankets, three heartbeats syncing together in a rhythm older than words. Jimin sighed softly, curling closer, and for the first time since the heat began, the world felt whole again.

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A month had passed since Jimin's heat.

The office was quiet, the city lights outside casting long reflections across the dark wood of Jungkook’s desk. He leaned back in his chair, reviewing financial reports and security logs, the soft hum of the air conditioning the only sound. His mind wasn’t just on numbers, though; even in the quiet, there was always an undercurrent of alertness, a constant awareness of his responsibilities as an alpha and leader.

The sharp buzz of his secure phone cut through the silence, and he snatched it up immediately. Recognizing the voice on the other end, he didn’t waste a second.

“Yes?” His tone was clipped, measured, a blade of authority in each syllable.

“This is the manager at your Midtown Casino, sir,” the voice said, urgency threading every word. “There’s been a fire…alarms triggered, emergency services are on-site, and we’re still assessing the cause. We don’t know how significant the damage is yet.”

Jungkook’s dark eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest. One of his most profitable and well-protected casinos...his flagship...was now chaos. He could already feel the heat of his protective instincts flaring, not just for the business, but for the people inside, the staff, and most of all, for his mate and pup.

“Understood. Keep me updated minute by minute. Any movement, any threat, call me immediately,” he said, voice sharp, controlled, but threaded with tension. He ended the call and sat back for a fraction of a second, hands tightening into fists on the polished wood of his desk.

He picked up his secure line and dialed Taehyung. He answered on the first ring.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook said, his voice heavy with authority. “I have a situation. One of my casinos...Midtown...is on fire. I need you to stay at the nest, guard Jimin and Jaehyun. Outside the room. No one gets through. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Taehyung replied immediately, steady and calm, but the tension in his voice mirrored the seriousness Jungkook intended.

“Good. If anything happens...anything at all...you call Namjoon or Jin immediately. They’re in the other wing of the mansion. Understood?”

“Yes, sir. They’ll be safe. I won’t let anything happen.”

“See that you don’t,” Jungkook said, voice hardening. “No excuses. Nothing happens to my mate or my pup while I’m gone.”

“Understood,” Taehyung affirmed again.

Jungkook hung up, his mind racing. He didn’t waste time. He dialed Yoongi next.

“Yoongi. Midtown casino fire. I’m heading there and I need backup. Are you in?”

“Of course. I’m on my way,” Yoongi said immediately, his voice calm but serious.

Hoseok’s voice followed almost instantly. “Count me in. Whatever you need, Kook.”

“Good. Meet me in the garage in five minutes. We leave together. Don’t dawdle,” Jungkook ordered, already sliding into his coat, checking his Glock and holster out of habit, eyes constantly flicking back toward the hallway leading to the nest.

He moved swiftly, every step precise, until he reached the bedroom hallway. The soft sound of Jaehyun playing on the floor reached him first, followed by the sight of Jimin keeping a careful eye on him, small hands patting the pup gently as he stacked blocks.

“Kook?” Jimin’s voice was quiet but alert, sensing immediately that something serious had come up.

“One of the casinos caught fire,” Jungkook said, kneeling slightly to meet Jimin’s gaze. His dark eyes softened for a fraction of a second, but the tension didn’t leave his posture. “I need to go, check on the situation, talk to the authorities… make sure everything’s under control. Yoongi and Hoseok are coming with me.”

Jimin’s brows furrowed slightly, but he nodded. “And…Taehyung will be here?”

“Yes. He’s guarding you and Jaehyun. No one goes near the nest without his say-so. If anything happens, call Namjoon or Jin...they’ll be on the other side of the mansion in their wing. I expect you to stay inside, keep Jaehyun safe, and don’t leave the room,” Jungkook instructed, voice firm but calm, every word measured to reassure as well as command.

Jimin’s lips pressed into a thin line. “We’ll be fine, Kook. Go. Take care of it.”

Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to Jaehyun’s temple, then lowered his forehead to Jimin’s. “Stay safe. I’ll be back as soon as I can. And Jimin…” He paused, letting the words linger, a quiet intensity in his gaze. “I don’t want to worry about you. You hear me?”

Jimin met his eyes, nodding firmly. “I hear you. Go.”

Jungkook finally stood, giving a last glance down the hall toward the nest before moving toward the garage. The SUV was ready, engines warm. Yoongi and Hoseok were already seated, alert. Jungkook slid into the driver’s seat, slammed the door, and the three of them tore into the night, headlights slicing through the city shadows.

Every second that passed, every thought of his mate and pup being alone gnawed at him. The fire was one thing, but instinct screamed that this might be more than an accident. His dark eyes burned with silent calculation, protective and relentless. Whoever had caused this would soon learn just how far he would go against those who fucked with him.

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Taehyung moved quietly through the mansion’s hallways, every step calculated, every sense on high alert. His eyes scanned shadows, ears straining for even the faintest sound. Outside Jimin and Jaehyun’s bedroom, he planted himself in position, a silent sentinel. The nest was fortified, reinforced, and locked, but experience had taught him never to underestimate a determined intruder.

Minutes passed. The mansion was quiet, deceptively so, with only the soft hum of the air conditioning and the faint tick of clocks breaking the stillness. Then...a subtle shift in the air, almost imperceptible...made his muscles tense.

Before he could react, a blur of motion struck him. He was hit with sudden, brutal force, a sharp strike sending Taehyung sprawling to the floor. Pain exploded through his head, his vision tilting, and darkness swallowed him before he could call for help.

Inside the bedroom, Jimin froze the instant he sensed the shift. The loud thud of something heavy hitting the floor sent a terrible knot twisting in his gut. His hands went immediately to Jaehyun, cradling the pup against his chest, trying to shield him even from the unseen threat.

“Shh, baby…stay with me,” Jimin whispered, voice tight but controlled. Every nerve in his body screamed that something was wrong. He took careful, measured steps toward the bedroom door, keeping Jaehyun pressed close.

“Taehyung?” His voice cracked slightly, panic threading through the syllables.

Silence.

The only answer was the low groan again, muffled but closer this time. Then came the scrape...slow, deliberate...something heavy being dragged across the hardwood floor. The sound slithered under the doorframe like smoke, invasive and suffocating.

Jimin’s stomach clenched, bile burning the back of his throat. He pressed Jaehyun tighter against his chest, the pup whining softly, instinctively picking up on his eomma’s fear. “Shh, baby…be quiet,” Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible, though he knew the intruder outside could hear the hammering of his heart if they listened closely enough.

The dragging stopped. For one agonizing second, everything was still.

Jimin reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, shooting a quick text message to Jungkook. 

Baby, is that you? Are you home? I hear someone outside the door. Taehyung isn't answering.

THUD. Something heavy struck the wall beside the nest door hard enough to rattle the frame and the pictures on the wall. Jimin jumped, his pulse roaring in his ears.

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, forcing his trembling hands to steady as he walked over to the gun cabinet and reached for the fully loaded Glock Jungkook had insisted he keep close. His mate’s voice echoed in his head: Never point it unless you’re ready to shoot. Don’t hesitate.

Jaehyun whimpered again, clutching his bunny with a trembling hand. Jimin lowered his head to press a quick kiss to his pup’s hair, his free arm curling protectively around that small body. “Appa’s coming for us baby,” Jimin whispered fiercely, as much a promise to himself as to his son.

A shadow slid across the gap at the bottom of the door. Then the scent hit...strong, acrid, foreign. An alpha. Not Taehyung. Not anyone he recognized. An alpha’s pheromones, thick and cloying, aroused...pressed through the cracks of the door. Sharp, oily, bitter...invasive. Wrong.

Jimin’s entire body went rigid. His instincts screamed, the omega in him recoiling violently from the unfamiliar presence. It was too strong, too bold, the kind of scent that reeked of arrogance, of an intruder who believed they had the right to be here.

His fingers tightened around the gun, knuckles blanching white.

Whoever it was, they weren’t supposed to be here.

And they were standing between him and his pups safety.

A rasping voice, muffled by the door but clear enough to make his blood run cold, purred through the silence:

“Pretty omega…open up. I can smell you in there. And you smell so good.”

The intruder’s voice was low, taunting, every word dripping with an alpha’s pheromones that pushed against the sealed door. Jimin’s stomach lurched, bile rising in his throat. His skin prickled as the stranger dragged his big tongue wetly across the wood, the obscene sound making Jaehyun whimper from where he was tucked against Jimin’s chest.

“Don’t make me break the door down,” the alpha crooned, his tone sliding into a growl that rattled the hinges.

Jimin tightened his grip on the Glock, the metal steady in his trembling hands. He pressed Jaehyun’s face into his shoulder, whispering shakily, “Shhh, baby, Appa’s coming. Stay quiet for Eomma.” His heart hammered so violently it hurt, but beneath the fear was something sharper, primal: the unshakable resolve of an omega protecting his pup.

The stranger’s scent flooded the hallway...sharp, bitter, foreign...seeping in through the cracks. Jimin’s nose wrinkled. He hated it instantly, hated that it clung to the nest door, hated that it dared to reach toward Jaehyun.

The intruder chuckled darkly, long nails scraping against the wood as if he were savoring the wait. Tick, tick, every drag of his claws reminding Jimin how thin the barrier was between them.

Jimin adjusted his stance, Glock aimed at the door. “Come through this door and I’ll put a bullet in your throat,” he whispered, voice trembling but deadly serious.

The intruder then started pounding. Then the pounding grew more desperate, leaning into the door like a predator testing its prey. Jimin exhaled slowly through clenched teeth, adjusting his stance to anchor himself. The door creaked under the pressure, tiny cracks forming along the frame.

“It's okay, baby,” he whispered again, voice low but steady. “Keep your eyes closed tight...Eomma’s got you.”

Another slam shook the door violently, bending it slightly. Jimin’s pulse raced, but he held the Glock with unwavering focus, every muscle coiled and ready.

“Not. Tonight,” he muttered again, jaw tight, voice low and determined. Every instinct, every lesson Jungkook had drilled into him over the past two years, came to the forefront. He braced himself, holding Jaehyun protectively while keeping his aim true, every second stretching in tense anticipation.

The intruder’s next move would decide everything...would the door give, or would Jimin have to act to protect both his pup and himself? Every nerve screamed, every breath counted, and the weight of responsibility pressed down like iron.

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By the time Jungkook, Yoongi and Hoseok were in the car racing toward the casino, confusion was already spreading like smoke. Reports from his guards came too quickly, overlapping in ways that didn’t add up. Civilians were already being evacuated, yet no order had been given. The fire itself wasn’t spreading naturally; it was too concentrated, burning in one perfect, roaring circle instead of creeping outward.

Jungkook’s gut twisted. He clenched the steering wheel so hard the leather creaked. Beside him, Yoongi fielded calls, cursing under his breath at the fragmented reports, while Hoseok stared grimly out the window, knuckles white where they gripped the seat.

When they pulled up to the casino, the air was choked with smoke and the glow of fire reflected off the glass towers across the street. But something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Jungkook’s eyes darted over the scene, instantly noting what others would have missed. There were no casualties. Not one. His guards who should have been on shift were nowhere in sight. The fire suppression systems had failed...all at once, suspiciously neat, as if someone had wanted this blaze to grow instead of stop it. And the flames themselves…too deliberate.

He stalked closer to the line of firefighters, senses wide open. That’s when he caught it...a murmured comment between two men in reflective jackets.

“The call came in before the fire even started.”

Jungkook froze. His blood went cold, then boiled.

Just then his phone beeped with a text message from Jimin.

Baby, is that you? Are you home? I hear someone outside the door. Taehyung isn't answering.

The words hit him like ice in fire. Someone is inside the mansion. His mate. His pup. Right now.

A low, rumbling growl began in the depths of his chest, vibrating through his body, building until it broke free in a guttural roar that made Yoongi and Hoseok flinch. There was no longer a calm, controlled alpha here...there was only feral instinct, raw and burning.

A low growl rumbled out of him, primal and sharp. “It’s a setup,” he snarled, eyes blazing. “Someone wanted me gone from the mansion. They're inside the mansion right now with my mate and pup."

Jungkook sprinted for the SUV with Yoongi and Hoseok running behind him.

The drive back blurred into a violent haze. Jungkook drove like a man possessed, shoving the gearshift so hard it cracked under his grip. Red lights meant nothing. He tore through the streets at twice the limit, engine screaming as if it shared his rage. Yoongi tried reasoning with him, voice low but taut, “We’ll get there in time, Kook...” but even he couldn’t hide the tightness in his jaw, the way his hand lingered near his gun. Hoseok whispered a prayer under his breath, not out of doubt but because he understood: if the nest was breached, if Jimin and Jaehyun were harmed, there would be no coming back from Jungkook’s wrath.

The mansion loomed into view, but the sight sent a fresh wave of fury lancing through him.

Too still.

Too dark.

The guards at the gates were missing. Jungkook didn’t wait for the car to stop as he put it in park. He flung the door open while it was still rolling and sprinted up the steps, his body moving on pure instinct.

Inside, the silence was wrong. Heavy. A lamp lay shattered in the hall, its base smeared with a streak of blood. Taehyung's gun was abandoned on the floor, blood all over the stock...but Taehyung was missing. Jungkook’s heart thundered as he scented the air...his nostrils flared at the sharp, bitter stench of an unfamiliar alpha’s pheromones, invasive and choking. Lingering like a declaration: I am here.

Then he heard it. A heavy pounding, fists against wood.

The nest door.

Something inside Jungkook snapped.

Mate. Pup. Protect.

A feral roar ripped from his chest as he charged down the hall, vision tunneling until all he saw was red. The intruder barely had time to look over his shoulder before Jungkook slammed into him with bone-shattering force, sending them both crashing into the wall. The don didn’t think, didn’t strategize...he became violence incarnate, fists and claws tearing into flesh, teeth bared as he beat the intruder into the ground. The man managed a panicked scramble, slipping free only by sheer desperation, bolting down the stairs and through the back of the mansion just as Yoongi and Hoseok burst in through the front foyer with their guns.

Jungkook spun, chest heaving, covered in blood that wasn’t his. His hands shook as he pressed them to the nest door.

“Baby,” his voice broke, rough with urgency, “let me in.”

Inside, he heard the clatter of something shifting. The lock turned, and the door cracked open. Jimin stood there, pale and trembling, Glock in one hand, the other wrapped tightly around their pup. Jaehyun was in his Eomma's arms, tiny arms and legs wrapped around Jimin, wide-eyed but protected.

Jungkook froze, then growled low...not at them, but in raw, visceral approval. His omega had defended their pup. His mate had held the line.

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The cellar door creaked open, low light spilling onto cold stone floors. Jungkook descended slowly, each step deliberate, shadows clinging to him like armor. The air smelled faintly of oil and damp concrete, but beneath it, a sharper scent cut through...the intruder’s arrogance, mingled with his alpha pheromones. Jungkook’s pulse quickened; every muscle coiled, ready to spring.

In the center of the room, Yoongi had the man suspended by thick chains hooked to the ceiling, his feet barely brushing the floor. The intruder’s broad, muscular frame was taut, veins standing out beneath his skin, built for combat. Yoongi reached up and ripped the mask from his face.

He'd never seen him before.

The man’s features were sharp and confident, unafraid. A grin stretched across his bloodless lips.

“If it isn’t the mighty Jeon alpha…the leader of leaders,” The intruder drawled, his voice smooth, mocking, each syllable dipped in venom. His eyes glinted with cruel amusement as they slid toward Jungkook. “And what a beautiful family you’ve got. That omega of yours…he really should be known as the great beauty of our species.” His smirk widened into something obscene. “Man, what I’d give to have him hanging off my knot for a few hours.”

The words slithered into the room like poison.

Jungkook froze, the insult carving through him like a blade. His dark eyes snapped up, black as midnight and twice as lethal. His entire body tensed, muscles drawing tight, coiling like a predator about to strike. The air shifted with him...thickened, heavy, charged.

The growl began low, deep in his chest, a sound that wasn’t quite human. It rumbled through the stone walls, vibrated the floor beneath their feet, pressed into every ribcage present like a warning from something far older than civilized language.

Yoongi, an alpha, instinctively stiffened, his scent glands flaring in startled submission. His instincts telling him: their alpha was seconds from blood.

Jungkook’s lips peeled back from his teeth, sharp canines flashing, saliva glistening in the dim light. His scent detonated into the air, a choking wave of dominance, thick with the musk of fury and the unmistakable burn of claim. It clawed through the space, searing, unignorable.

There was no reasoning. No words.

Only instinct. Only raw, feral possession. Only the ancient, unstoppable wrath of an alpha whose mate had been threatened.

The intruder chuckled, unfazed...or pretending to be. “Did I touch a nerve?”

Jungkook moved.

One second he was standing across the table, the next he was a blur of motion, chair crashing to the floor behind him. His hand clamped around the Alpha's throat with bone-crushing force, driving him back against the stone wall. The crack of impact echoed like a gunshot.

“You dare,” Jungkook snarled, voice unrecognizable, torn with fury, vibrating with a dominance that scalded the air. His long canines flashed as he leaned in close, lips drawn back from his teeth. “You dare speak of what’s mine?”

The alpha choked, clawing at Jungkook’s iron grip, but the Jeon alpha didn’t relent. His scent filled every inch of the room, a storm of scorched earth and iron, drowning everything else out until there was nothing but him.

“I’ll tear out your tongue for even speaking of him,” Jungkook growled, voice low, lethal. His fingers tightened, veins standing out along his arm. “And your knot...” he leaned in closer, whispering like a promise, “...I’ll cut it from your body and feed it to the dogs.”

Silence swallowed the room. No one dared breathe. Even Yoongi shifted back, eyes cast low, instinctively bowing his head against the sheer weight of alpha fury.

The intruder's smirk had cracked, fear flashing in his eyes despite the defiance he tried to muster. His hands scrabbled weakly at Jungkook’s wrist.

Jungkook pressed harder, and the rival alpha’s breath rattled in his chest. His voice was guttural, primal, stripped down to the raw core of instinct:

“If you even speak of him, look at him, think of him again...” Jungkook bared his teeth in a deadly snarl. “...and I will end you so slowly the Moon Goddess herself will turn away.”

Without a second thought, he launched himself at the intruder. The first punch smashed into the man’s chest, the impact reverberating through his own bones. Elbows and fists followed in a blur, each strike precise, brutal, calculated by instinct and trained muscle. Jungkook’s movements were a storm, relentless, each hit carrying the weight of years of possessiveness, fear, and protective rage.

The intruder laughed, a wild, unbroken sound, taunting, straining against the chains...but the laughter only fueled Jungkook further. Knee strikes to the ribs, hammer fists to the jaw, shoulders slammed repeatedly into the man’s torso. Every blow left its mark, every impact was an unspoken warning: touch my mate, and this is what happens.

Chains rattled with each movement, the man’s body swinging dangerously, trying to twist, to dodge...but Jungkook was faster, stronger, a predator unleashed. Blood smeared across the intruder’s face, but still, he grinned, his amusement a testament to his arrogance.

Jungkook’s growls deepened, throat raw, eyes wild with feral intensity. He didn’t speak. He didn’t pause. He struck and struck again, fists and elbows and knees raining down, all directed by one single, consuming thought:

Protect Jimin. Protect Jaehyun.

The intruder’s laughter cracked and faltered slightly under the unrelenting assault, but even as he endured the brutal storm, his defiance remained. Yet in that cellar, there was no contest...the alpha’s wrath was absolute. No hesitation, no mercy, only the uncontainable feral fire of a mate and pup threatened.

Blood dripped onto the cold stone floor, mixing with sweat and the metallic tang of adrenaline. Jungkook’s chest heaved, his eyes dark and wild, but even in the chaos of the assault, there was a singular clarity: this man had underestimated him, and that mistake would never repeat.

Yoongi stood back, silently observing, knowing that any interruption would be unnecessary. Jungkook’s fury was both justice and warning, a demonstration of what it meant to threaten his family. The intruder’s body swayed and twisted in the chains, but the alpha’s strikes left their mark, shaping the moment into a brutal, wordless symphony of feral protection and dominance.

Jungkook’s fists had finally slowed, though the room still pulsed with the echo of each blow. His knuckles dripped red, blood slicking down his wrists in angry trails. His chest rose and fell like a storm tide, breath ragged, every muscle in his frame tight and trembling with the need to strike again. Sweat beaded along his brow, his dark hair plastered to his temples.

Across from him, the intruder dangled from the iron chains, body sagging, purpled with bruises and split open by cuts. Blood streamed down his ribs, dripping steadily to the cellar floor where it pooled black in the low light. Yet still, against all reason, he laughed...ragged, broken, the sound like gravel in his throat.

“You know…” the man rasped, spitting blood that splattered dark across the stone, “as I was giving your omega some…tongue action through the door of his nest…I could smell that sweet honey lemon of his heat still lingering in the air…” His grin was crimson with his own blood, feral and mocking. “Made my dick so hard I almost knotted.”

The words struck like a match.

Jungkook stilled, every trace of breath leaving his body for a heartbeat. His eyes blackened to bottomless pits, pupils thinning into predatory slits. The air thickened, his scent flooding the cellar like iron and fire, choking out every other smell until the room itself reeked of lethal possession.

There was no pause. No warning. No mercy.

In one fluid motion, Jungkook’s hand wrapped around the hilt of the long knife resting on the table. The steel gleamed under the lantern light as though it had been waiting for this moment. He didn’t hesitate...couldn’t. His body moved with the raw precision of instinct, faster than thought.

With a guttural snarl, he drove the blade into the man’s side, burying it to the hilt with the full force of his fury. The sound was sickening: flesh tearing, bone cracking. The intruder’s scream choked off almost instantly into a wet gasp, blood bubbling at his lips.

Jungkook’s face was inches from his, breath hot and ragged, teeth bared in a feral snarl. He twisted the blade cruelly, slow, deliberate, savoring the way the man’s body convulsed against the chains.

“You will never...” Jungkook’s voice was low, guttural, animalistic, each word vibrating through the stone walls, “...never touch what’s mine.”

His scent exploded outward, scorching dominance and possessiveness so potent it made the air unbreathable. Even chained and broken, the intruder shuddered under it, a primal recognition of absolute power.

Jungkook ripped the knife free, blood spraying across the floor in a hot arc. The man sagged heavily in his bonds, gasping, a gargle of pain breaking his defiance. Jungkook stood over him, chest heaving, the blade dripping crimson onto the stones at his feet.

There was no humanity left in him now...only the wrath of an alpha defending his mate, and the promise of a death too merciful for the crime committed.

Jungkook’s dark eyes never left the intruder, body trembling with a barely-contained storm. The cellar was silent except for the wet, labored breathing of the beaten man, the drip of blood onto the stone, and the low, continuous growl vibrating in Jungkook’s chest...a sound that promised:

You will never touch what’s mine.

Jungkook’s chest still heaved with the effort of holding himself back, his body trembling with a storm barely contained. Slowly, deliberately, he turned from the broken body swaying on the chains. His boots thudded against the stone as he crossed the cellar to the weapons laid out neatly on the table.

His gaze swept over knives, batons, and guns before settling on the dull gleam of worn brass. His hand curled around the knuckleduster, fingers slipping into place with a familiarity that sent a ripple of anticipation down his spine. The metal was cold, heavy, comforting...the perfect instrument of pain.

He flexed his fist once, listening to the soft scrape of metal against skin. Then he turned back.

The intruder hung limp but conscious, head lolling forward, chains rattling with each shallow breath. His skin was a patchwork of bruises, swollen flesh, and torn cuts, blood dripping in dark rivulets down his chest. Yet his eyes still burned with mockery, with something unhinged...taunting, daring.

Jungkook’s lip curled. His rage surged, boiling over.

He closed the distance in three strides, shadows flickering across his face as the lantern light caught the glint of brass. Then his fists came down.

One blow...into the ribs. A crack split the silence. The man’s body jerked.

Another...into his jaw, snapping his head sideways, blood spraying from his mouth.

Another...into his shoulder, the crunch of bone grinding beneath brass.

Each strike echoed through the cellar, a grim, relentless percussion. Brass cut deep, biting into muscle, pulverizing flesh. Jungkook’s fists were merciless, a storm of precision and fury, each strike driven by the singular thought that no one...no one...could touch his omega and his pup and live.

Blood sprayed across the stones, hot droplets speckling Jungkook’s arms, streaking his throat. His growls mixed with the sickening thuds of impact, vibrating low and primal, as if some ancient beast had taken hold of him.

Yet through the carnage, the man laughed.

Hoarse, ragged, bubbling with blood in his throat, but laughter nonetheless. It scraped through the air, sharp and defiant, mocking the violence raining down on him.

“Is that…all, Jeon?” he rasped between broken chuckles, spitting out a tooth that skittered across the floor. His lips split into a bloodied grin. “Hit harder. Let me hear that pretty omega scream your name when I tell him how weak you were…”

The words were gasoline.

Jungkook froze for only a breath, his dark eyes narrowing to slits, jaw tight, chest heaving. Then he struck again...faster, harder, the brass knuckles cracking against cheekbone, shattering cartilage, sending the man’s head whipping back. Chains rattled violently, blood spraying in wild arcs across the cellar.

“You’re running out of lives here,” Jungkook growled, yanking the man by the hair, forcing his head back so their eyes met. “Who sent you?”

The intruder only smirked through the blood, eyes glinting with twisted amusement...then he rasped. "That pup of yours...let's hope he doesn't turn out like his Appa. Weak...useless..."

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, knuckles white through the brass knuckles. He released the man’s hair with a sharp jerk and stepped back. His gaze locked on Yoongi. “Shock him,” he said, voice low, cold, final.

Yoongi didn’t hesitate. The car battery on the table gleamed under the flickering light, the cables coiled like deadly snakes. He grasped them, one clamp in each hand, and stalked toward the chained man.

Jungkook watched like a predator, muscles coiled, heart thudding with controlled fury. One clamp latched onto the intruder’s chest, the other in Yoongi’s hands. A press of the switch, and a violent jolt shot through the man’s body. His muscles convulsed uncontrollably, chains rattling against the ceiling hook. Blood and spit flew from his mouth as he screamed, guttural and raw, the sound echoing off the cellar walls.

Jungkook’s eyes were black fire, unblinking. Every pulse of electricity, every agonized scream, only made his fury thrum harder. This was a warning: no one crossed his territory, his family, without paying a brutal, permanent price.

When the electricity ceased, the intruder’s body sagged, still twitching, still grinning through the pain, as if mocking the alpha.

“Are you ready to answer now?” Jungkook’s growl was low, primal, vibrating through the stone walls. He stepped forward, fists ready, brass knuckles gleaming ominously. The intruder coughed, blood spilling from his lips, but met Jungkook’s gaze with defiance still flickering.

Jungkook demanded again, slow, deliberate. “Speak now, or I’ll make sure you regret every breath you’ve taken.”

The intruder laughed, a wet, humorless sound that grated against Jungkook’s nerves. “I’m not telling you shit,” he rasped, voice trembling more from pain than fear. “You can beat me all you want…doesn’t change a damn thing.”

Jungkook’s growl was a low rumble, building in intensity like a storm about to break. He lunged, fists striking in a rhythmic, terrifying torrent, driving the intruder against the wall, chest, and floor. Every hit was deliberate, brutal, an exercise in raw feral power. The intruder’s laughter faltered, cracking under the assault, blood streaking his face.

Then Jungkook paused, leaning close, nose almost touching his prey’s. No words came from him...just dark, hungry eyes, a promise of more if defiance continued. His silence screamed more than words ever could.

Yoongi watched, ready at his side, the cables and battery still humming with potential. Jungkook’s rage radiated, almost tangible, filling the room with the weight of an alpha who had been crossed, whose family had been threatened.

The intruder’s smirk wavered, doubt flickering across his face, just enough for Jungkook to know he’d broken him...but the alpha’s patience had limits. One wrong breath, one false move, and the cellar would echo with more than just pain.

Jungkook straightened, brass knuckles still glinting under the dim cellar light. The intruder lay slumped, barely holding onto the chains, blood streaking his face, chest rising and falling with ragged gasps. But the alpha’s fury was far from spent. He leaned close, his voice a low, predatory growl.

“Shock him again,” Jungkook said, eyes dark, unyielding. “Longer this time.”

Yoongi didn’t hesitate. He returned to the car battery, the cables coiling like snakes in his hands. The intruder’s eyes flicked to him, but he said nothing, though the smirk had faded into a tense line of pain.

The first clamp latched onto the intruder’s chest; the second found its mark, and a violent surge tore through his body. The man screamed, muscles convulsing against the chains, the sound echoing in the empty cellar. Yoongi held the charge, allowing it to pulse again and again, each shock longer than the last, relentless.

The intruder thrashed, trying to twist, trying to fight back, but Jungkook’s shadow loomed over him, unrelenting, a physical manifestation of his possessive, protective rage.

“You think you can come into my home, threaten my mate, threaten my pup, and walk away?” Jungkook growled, pacing just above him. “You think you can laugh while I wait?”

Another surge hit the intruder, and this time, his defiance cracked. His arms shook violently, chest heaving, eyes widening with sheer, uncontained terror. The laughter that had once been bold and mocking was gone, replaced by a wet, broken rasp.

“Who sent you?!” Jungkook demanded, stepping closer, his shadow swallowing the man entirely. “I’ll ask you one last time. Speak.”

The intruder’s head lolled to the side, sweat and blood dripping into his eyes. He coughed, gagged, and then, in a strangled, almost sobbing voice, he whispered, “…I…I can’t…he'll…he’ll kill me…”

Jungkook’s lips curled in a dark, feral smile, satisfaction radiating like heat. The alpha’s growl vibrated through the cellar walls. “Good. Start talking. Every word better be true, or the next one will kill you.”

The intruder sagged in the chains, barely conscious, his body quivering under the aftershocks of the electric current. Blood streaked his face, hair matted, muscles twitching from the repeated beatings Jungkook had delivered. He looked up at the alpha with defiance still lingering in his gaze...but it was thin, fragile, ready to snap.

Jungkook leaned close, his breath hot, voice low and lethal. “Talk. Who sent you?” His brass-knuckled fists flexed at his sides, ready to punish, ready to crush.

The intruder swallowed, coughing wetly through blood. His lips curled in a bitter, defeated smile. “Alexei…sent me.”

Time seemed to stretch. Jungkook froze mid-step, the name cutting through the haze of rage like a blade. Yoongi’s hand drifted toward his weapon, and their eyes met. The subtle raise of an eyebrow, the faint tilt of a head, spoke volumes. Alexei. Supposedly dead. Supposedly gone.

Jungkook’s hands curled into fists, the veins in his forearms tightening as every instinct screamed at him. “Alexei is dead,” he said coldly, his voice low but carrying an edge that could slice steel.

The intruder laughed, rasping, a sound that made Jungkook’s teeth grind. “Dead?” he croaked, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. “He didn’t die. That explosion…it just fucked his face up. He’s alive. And me? I’m just…in the way. If you don’t kill me, he will. It’s a shame I have to die though. I was promised a shot…at your sweet omega’s tight little hole.”

Jungkook’s vision flared red. The words...the vile, disgusting fantasies, the threats, the image of his mate and pup in the predator’s hands...set his blood on fire. His body shook with pure, unfiltered rage, the kind that had no reason, no mercy, only protection and possession.

Slowly, deliberately, he reached for the serrated knife lying on the table. Cold steel against calloused fingers. He didn’t speak. He didn’t hesitate. He just moved.

The intruder’s eyes widened as Jungkook’s shadow fell over him, the alpha’s dark intent radiating in the tight, charged silence of the cellar. Before the man could even process what was coming, Jungkook slashed upward across his throat. The blade tore through flesh and sinew with a wet, rasping sound. Blood spattered, and the intruder gagged, sputtering, his body jerking violently against the chains.

Jungkook’s movements were a predator’s dance, precise and merciless. Another slash, closer to decapitation, and the man’s defiance crumbled entirely. His last wet, choking gasp was cut off as Jungkook’s knife bit deeper.

Yoongi’s eyes remained on Jungkook, dark with respect and a silent acknowledgment: no one...no alpha, no intruder...touched Jungkook’s mate or pup and lived unscathed.

The cellar was thick with the metallic scent of blood and smoke from the adrenaline and ferocity that had just played out. Jungkook stood over the intruder, chest heaving, dark eyes glittering with rage, hands still dripping with the proof of what he would do to anyone who dared threaten his family.

He looked down at the man’s still twitching, mutilated form and growled, a sound that shook the very air: “Yoongi, clean this up. Have Namjoon help you take him to the incinerator.”

Yoongi stepped closer, quietly beginning the cleanup, while Jungkook’s gaze darkened as he imagined the next steps. He thought of Jimin curled against Jaehyun, the terror in his mate’s voice, the sickening intrusion of the alpha’s smell, the words, the threats. Every detail fueled the feral possessiveness that defined him. Then, without a word, he strode toward the cellar shower, boots heavy against the stone floor, each one echoing like a drumbeat through the empty hall. At the shower door, he paused, one hand resting against the cool glass, voice low and commanding as he spoke over his shoulder.

“Have Hoseok come see me in an hour in my office. I want intel on Alexei’s whereabouts.”

There was no room for hesitation, no room for argument. The growl under his words made it clear that he meant business. The kind of business that required results...or consequences.

The water roared to life the moment he twisted the handle, spraying down in a torrent. Jungkook stripped, each piece of clothing weighted with blood and sweat, dropping them in a sodden heap. When he stepped under the spray, the heat scalded his skin, steam rising around him, but it wasn’t enough to burn away the anger coiled inside.

Rivulets of crimson swirled at his feet, spiraling into the drain. The metallic tang of blood lifted off his skin, carried away by the water, but his hands still felt the impact of brass knuckles on bone, the shock of blade against flesh. He scrubbed hard, dragging his palms down his chest, over his arms, rinsing his hair until the water ran clear.

With every drop that slid from him, his mind sharpened. Violence had done its part...but violence was never enough. Not for him. His thoughts cut through the steam like a knife, mapping out possibilities, stringing together threads of power and betrayal.

Alexei.

The name alone was poison. If he was alive, then someone had resurrected him, fed him, sheltered him. That someone had resources, a network strong enough to move in silence. And that meant Jungkook’s house was not as airtight as it needed to be.

Every instinct hummed. Alexei alive was a problem. A disease. And diseases had to be cut out before they spread.

Jungkook shut off the water with a sharp twist. The sudden silence rang heavy in the stone chamber. Steam rolled off his skin as he grabbed a rough towel, dragging it over himself, drying briskly, efficiently. His reflection in the small steel mirror stared back...jaw set, hair dripping, eyes black with intent.

He dressed again in clean black slacks, crisp shirt, sleeves rolled to the forearms, the picture of control reborn. The cellar shower washed away blood and grime, but nothing could wash away the vow building in his chest.

When he stepped back into the dim-lit corridor of the cellar, his boots struck stone with purpose. The echoes mingled with the heavy residue of violence still clinging to the air. The fire at the casino, the corpse dangling from chains...they were noise, distractions.

The real hunt had begun.

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The office was steeped in shadows, the city beyond casting fractured bands of light through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Towers gleamed against the night, their reflections stretching across the polished wood of Jungkook’s desk. Papers, tablets, and encrypted files lay scattered...evidence of hours spent chasing intel, extinguishing fires, managing crises. Yet none of it mattered. Not with the rage still coiled hot in his chest, searing through his veins like wildfire.

The door clicked shut behind Hoseok. His footsteps were steady, deliberate, carrying the quiet weight of someone who knew how to enter a lion’s den without provoking the beast. The room seemed smaller with him inside, the silence drawing tight as a wire.

“Hoseok,” Jungkook said without looking up. His voice was low, taut, every syllable laced with a growl that was barely restrained. “Before anything else...Taehyung. How is he? Tell me he’s okay.”

Hoseok’s gaze dipped briefly before meeting the dark, expectant eyes across the desk. “We found him in a storage closet. Knocked out cold. Lump on the back of his head, but nothing permanent. He’ll live. He's in the infirmary now. Jin is tending to him. The intruder…he slit the throats of the two gate guards. That’s how he got in.”

The words landed like blows. Jungkook’s jaw tightened, breath catching in his chest. The image replayed unbidden...Taehyung’s gun lying abandoned in the hall, the too-quiet aftermath, the thought of his mate and pup huddled in terror in the nest while danger crept closer. His hand curled into a fist, nails biting deep into the wood.

“My mate and pup terrified. Two guards dead. Taehyung attacked…” His growl rumbled low and dangerous, filling the air with vibration. “…in my house.” His glare burned hotter than fire, sharper than a knife. “Nobody touches my family. Nobody.”

Hoseok gave a small nod, throat tight. “That’s why I came to you directly. You asked about Alexei.”

The name was enough to ignite the fury smoldering beneath Jungkook’s skin. His eyes sharpened, glowing with a predator’s focus. “I need answers. How the fuck is he alive? He should’ve died in that explosion. Where’s he been hiding? Who’s covering for him?” His voice hardened, each demand a blow struck in steel. “I want everything. Locations. Movements. Contacts. Now. Not later...now.”

Hoseok stepped closer to the desk, the folder in his hands unopened. The weight of failure pressed down on his chest, but his voice stayed even. “There’s nothing. No whispers, no sightings. We’ve tapped every channel. If Alexei’s breathing, he’s buried himself so deep no one’s sniffed him out.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Jungkook’s stillness was more dangerous than rage...his dark gaze fixed on Hoseok, unreadable, but radiating menace. The air seemed to thicken, pressing down with the unspoken promise of consequences.

At last, his voice sliced through the quiet. Controlled. Precise. Deadly. “Then dig deeper.”

Hoseok inclined his head, forcing calm into his tone. “We’ll widen the net. Push harder. The second there’s even a hint...”

“I don’t want a hint.” Jungkook cut him off, stepping out from behind the desk, his shadow stretching long across the polished floor. His presence filled the room, sharp as a drawn blade. “I want certainty. I want every shadow hunted, every contact squeezed until they bleed. Alexei doesn’t vanish. Not from me. If he’s breathing, he leaves a trail. Find it.”

“Yes, Don.” Hoseok swallowed, nodding once more. “Lockdown is reinforced. Our channels are open. The moment something surfaces, you’ll have it.”

Jungkook turned, lamplight catching on the sharp line of his jaw, the storm in his eyes unrelenting. “Good. Because if Alexei is alive…” He let the words hang, his calm more terrifying than fury. “…he will regret every second he ever drew breath.”

The room fell still, broken only by the muted hum of the city lights beyond. The air was colder now, the tension so thick Hoseok felt it in his bones. Jungkook stood taut, a predator coiled, every line of his body humming with intent. And though he said nothing more, his silence carried the weight of a vow: no enemy, no ghost, no betrayal would escape him...not when his family’s safety was at stake.

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Jungkook approached the bedroom with a predator’s grace, every muscle taut from the chaos of the day. The guard at the door barely dared to breathe as Jungkook relieved him, stepping inside with silent authority. The room was quiet, but it wasn’t empty...it carried the faint, familiar scent of Jaehyun, warm and comforting. Relief washed over Jungkook, brief and sharp, when his eyes fell on his pup curled tightly in the nest, tiny fingers wrapped around his blanket, eyelashes fluttering in sleep.

“Where’s your Eomma?” he murmured under his breath, scanning the room, ears straining for any hint of movement.

A soft splash echoed from the bathroom. Jimin. Alive. Safe. The tight knot of anxiety in Jungkook’s chest loosened fractionally, replaced by a slow, simmering fire of possessiveness. The warm sound of water lapping against porcelain confirmed what he already hoped: his mate was unharmed.

He crouched beside the nest, pressing his nose gently into Jaehyun’s soft hair, inhaling the sweet, spicy, milky scent of his pup. It was grounding. Sacred. A tether to the world outside the chaos. He brushed a tender kiss across the child’s cheek, careful not to disturb him. The little pup whimpered in his sleep, tiny lips forming the word, “Appa…”

“Shhh…” Jungkook’s voice rumbled low and soothing. “Appa’s here.” He exhaled a controlled stream of pheromones, warm and calming, letting them curl around the pup like a protective shield. Jaehyun sighed, curling even closer, trusting completely in the safety Jungkook promised with every subtle pulse. “I’ve got you, baby. All of you.”

Satisfied his pup was safe, Jungkook rose and stripped off his clothes, leaving only the black fabric of his Calvin Klein underwear. Muscles coiled, body tense but controlled, he moved toward the bathroom, each step purposeful, predatory.

The sight that met him stole his breath for a heartbeat. Jimin reclined in the steaming bath, eyes closed, hands tracing lightly over his belly. Legs propped over the tub’s edge, completely unaware of the dark storm simmering behind Jungkook’s eyes. The air was thick with Jimin’s scent, sweet and intoxicating, tinged with warmth and familiarity. But even that couldn’t erase the memory of the intruder’s vile words...the thought of someone else claiming what was inherently Jungkook’s. Anger and heat coiled deep in his chest.

Then Jimin opened his eyes, soft and warm, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It cut through Jungkook’s tension like a blade through smoke, grounding him.

“Hey, baby,” Jimin murmured, voice tender.

The knot in Jungkook’s chest eased just enough to let raw, consuming need flow in its place...the need to protect, to claim, to anchor his family. Without hesitation, he peeled off his underwear and slipped into the bath behind Jimin. Arms wrapped immediately around his mate’s small frame, pulling him flush against his chest.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook growled softly into his ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of the nape, voice low, possessive, vibrating against Jimin’s body.

Jimin tilted his head, leaning back into him, humming softly, allowing Jungkook to scent him fully. The alpha’s lips and tongue traced a pattern of gentle nips and licks along Jimin’s neck and collarbone, a claim, a promise.

“I’ll always protect you and Jaehyun,” Jungkook murmured, voice thick with emotion, teeth grazing sensitive skin, scent spilling like wildfire in the confined space. “You two…are my entire world.”

Jimin’s hands moved to Jungkook’s, guiding them lower, resting over the smooth curve of his belly. “No, alpha… the three of us are your entire world,” he whispered, eyes locking onto Jungkook’s, steady and unwavering.

Jungkook froze, pupils dilating. “Three?”

“Yes,” Jimin said softly, tilting his head. “Me, Jaehyun, and this little pup.” The words, the gaze, the quiet certainty...they hit him like a punch and a caress at once. “Three.”

A dark, incredulous laugh slipped from Jungkook’s lips. Reverence and disbelief warred in his chest. He shifted Jimin onto his lap, turning him to face him fully, both hands splayed over the small, still-flat belly, drinking it in as if memorizing every curve. His chest tightened, heart hammering with awe, protective pride, and raw, unrestrained desire.

Jimin’s soft laugh was a balm, and he brushed a hand over Jungkook’s arm. “I know my timing is terrible...and it’s early yet…for my scent to fully change, but I can feel it,” he said. “I wanted to wait to tell you until I knew for sure so I went last week and got a pregnancy test from Jin. I have nausea in the mornings…chest sore," Jimin smiled as he leaned in and wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck. "You gave me another pup, alpha.”

Jungkook’s lips crashed down onto Jimin’s in a growl, claiming, marking, releasing a low vibration through his chest. Jimin responded immediately, hands gripping Jungkook’s back as they melded together in the steaming water.

He nipped and licked at Jimin’s mating mark, growling softly, “Mine…my pups…my mate…” His hands roamed possessively over Jimin’s body, anchoring both him and his omega in a bond that was fierce and undeniable.

He pressed his face into Jimin’s neck, inhaling, growling low. “I won’t let anyone touch you ever again. You’re mine…and so are our pups.”

Jimin leaned back against Jungkook’s chest, lips curling into a soft, serene smile. “Yes, alpha… we’re yours. All of us.”

Jungkook pressed a possessive kiss to the crown of his omega’s head, tightening his arms around him as the water rippled with their combined heat. Slowly, deliberately, he slid his hands under Jimin’s thighs, lifting him onto his lap and pulling him on to his hard throbbing cock.

Jimin’s hands clawed at Jungkook’s shoulders as he bottomed out, hips jerking against him instinctively as the alpha thrust into him, slow and deliberate at first, claiming every inch. “Ah… Jungkook… please…” he whimpered, body trembling, slick coating Jungkook’s thighs.

A low, guttural growl rumbled from Jungkook’s chest. Knot swelling, he pressed deeper, every thrust dragging Jimin against him, marking him with heat and scent. “Mine… all mine,” he growled, teeth grazing the curve of Jimin’s neck, nipping and sucking, leaving dark bruises as a claim. “Feel me? Feel how you belong to me?”

Jimin cried out, arching against him, body slick, walls fluttering around Jungkook’s cock. “Y-yes… I… I’m yours…” His hands fisted in Jungkook’s broad shoulders, tugging, pulling, desperate to feel more of him. Jungkook’s hands roamed his body, pressing, pinching, tracing every curve as he drove deeper, snapping his hips with raw, possessive intent.

Their mouths collided in a bruising kiss, tongues sliding and teeth grazing as Jungkook thrust harder, knot swelling bigger inside Jimin. “Take me… all of me,” he growled, teeth catching Jimin’s lower lip before letting go. Water sloshed around them, but neither noticed...they were lost in heat, scent, and pleasure.

“Mine… you feel that? You’re mine,” Jungkook growled, nipping at Jimin’s neck, knot dragging in and out, stretching him open and claiming him fully.

Jimin’s hips bucked, body trembling as the alpha’s cock filled him completely. “Yes… yes, Jungkook… take me… fill me… please…” Every thrust, every drag of the swollen knot, every growl pressed into him, making his body shiver uncontrollably.

With a guttural growl, Jungkook rolled his hips, knot locking deep, filling Jimin utterly. “Fuck… always mine… never letting go,” he hissed, teeth grazing and biting along Jimin’s scent gland as he thrust relentlessly, over and over.

Jimin gasped, arching, walls clenching, muscles fluttering around the knot. “Ah...Jungkook! I...I’m cumming!” His cries echoed around the steamy bathroom, slick dripping down his thighs, and Jungkook held him tight, grinding into him, riding out every shuddering wave.

Jungkook wasn’t done. Knot still swollen, he slammed forward again, fully claiming him, pressing deeper, nipping and sucking along the sensitive curve of Jimin’s neck. “Mine…only mine…feel me, baby?” he growled, hips snapping hard. Jimin moaned, helpless and completely surrendered.

With a final, possessive thrust, Jungkook came again, knot locking them tighter, filling Jimin completely, marking him as his. Jimin’s body shuddered violently, head thrown back, slick dripping, cries breaking free: “Ah…I’m yours…only yours…”

Jungkook collapsed against him, ragged breaths rolling through him, lips trailing down Jimin’s wet shoulder, arms tightening around his trembling omega. “Always…always mine,” he murmured, knot softening slowly, still keeping them pressed together.

Jimin melted into him, completely claimed, utterly spent, and irrevocably loved. The bathwater rippled gently around them, warm and scented, but nothing existed beyond the tether of their heat, scent, and possessive intimacy. Outside, the world could burn...inside, Jungkook had his omega, his pups, and his family, entirely and without question.

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The office was quiet, the soft glow of a desk lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Jungkook sat rigid behind his mahogany desk, black suit crisp, posture taut as if ready to spring at a moment’s notice. His eyes scanned the documents in front of him, but his mind was elsewhere...on Jimin, downstairs in the kitchen with their pup Jaehyun, baking cupcakes, and on the potential dangers of the world outside these walls.

The door opened quietly, and Hoseok stepped in, holding a cream-colored envelope sealed with the Volkov crest. His warm smile didn’t quite reach his eyes tonight...he knew Jungkook was tense.

“Boss,” Hoseok said, sliding the envelope across the desk. “It came today...the Volkovs’ invitation to their annual charity masquerade ball. It's for next week.”

Jungkook’s fingers hovered over the envelope, then recoiled slightly. His jaw flexed, dark eyes narrowing. “Decline the invitation…we're not going,” he muttered. Protective instincts flared, sharp and primal. “Jimin…he’s pregnant again. A public event like that...so many eyes, so many risks. I can’t have him exposed like that.”

Hoseok leaned forward, resting both hands on the desk, voice calm but persuasive. “I know, Kook. But that’s exactly why you should go. You and Jimin. It’s appearances, politics. The Volkovs are influential...maybe not as powerful as you, but connected. You need to show the other families that you’re still the top dog. That nothing...no pregnancy, no distractions...shakes your authority.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. He rubbed at his temple, frustration and concern flickering across his face. “I don’t want to put him through that…all those people staring, judging, whispering...watching him like prey. He’s delicate, fragile…and carrying my pup.”

Hoseok’s tone softened, voice gentle yet firm. “Kook…he’s not fragile. And he trusts you. You’ll be with him the whole night. No one will even get close. Think of it as a statement, not just for appearances...but for control. You’ll show the families that your line...your mate and your future pups...is untouchable. That your presence and your protection are absolute.”

Jungkook exhaled sharply, growl low in his chest. His hands clenched into fists on the desk. Protectiveness warred with logic. He thought about the risks: the eyes lingering a second too long, rivals noting every gesture, every word. And most of all, he thought about Jimin...his omega, his mate, carrying their child. His chest tightened.

Hoseok leaned closer, lowering his voice. “And Kook…there’s more than appearances at stake. Politics. Alliances. Every family is watching. If you don’t show, people start questioning. Subtle cracks appear. The Volkovs may not be your competition, but tonight, you set the tone. They see you’re untouchable. That your mate…your family…is untouchable.”

Jungkook’s gaze fell on the envelope again. He could feel the truth in Hoseok’s words, but the instinct to protect, to shield Jimin from the world, roared in his chest. His hand flexed around the invitation, and his growl vibrated through the room.

“Fine,” he said finally, voice low, dangerous, but resigned. “We go. But Taehyung and another guard stay with him the entire time. No one gets near my omega. Period.”

Hoseok’s smile returned, small and approving, as he nodded. “Already arranged. You handle the political front. The rest? Covered. Jimin stays safe, and you show them all...your authority, your control, your…presence.”

Jungkook’s jaw flexed, dark eyes softening only at the thought of Jimin. He slid the invitation into his pocket, voice low and feral. “We go…and no one forgets who we are. Who he is to me. Anyone tries…anyone touches him…I won’t forgive them.”

Hoseok placed a reassuring hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “They won’t, Kook. Your presence is enough. Let’s show them that your line...your mate, your pups...is untouchable. And that you...nothing shakes you.”

Jungkook’s chest rose and fell with a controlled breath, protective instincts still flaring. “Then it's settled. We will go.”

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The kitchen smelled of warm cocoa and butter. Sunlight from the large windows had long faded, replaced by the soft glow of the chandelier overhead, but the warmth in the room made it feel cozy and safe. Jungkook pushed the door open and paused, taking in the scene before him.

Jimin stood at the counter, flour dusting his cheeks and a faint streak across the tip of his nose, one hand guiding little Jaehyun who wobbled on the step stool while attempting to stir a bowl of chocolate batter. Jaehyun’s tiny hands gripped the spoon with determination, tipping the bowl slightly as he tried to mix it evenly, eyes bright and focused.

Jungkook leaned back against the doorframe, the corner of his lips twitching into a smile. The sight of his mate and pup, laughing and working together in domestic chaos, eased some of the tension he’d felt about the masquerade. His protective instincts were still sharp, alert to every possible threat, but right now…right now, his family was safe, happy.

Jaehyun’s little nose twitched as it picked up a new scent...Jungkook’s...and his big doe eyes, Jungkook's eyes, lit up. “Look, Appa!” he exclaimed, nearly toppling over before Jimin steadied him. “Me and Eomma are making choccy cupcakes!”

"Choccy cupcakes, eh? Can I have one?" Jungkook laughed, stepping forward. He bent down and pressed his face gently into the crook of Jaehyun’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his pup. Jaehyun giggled, squirming, delighted by the attention. Jungkook ruffled his hair, making the little one squeal and laugh, tiny hands batting at him playfully.

Standing taller, Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss to Jimin’s lips, sliding a hand over his mate’s belly with tender care. “How are you feeling?” he murmured, his voice low, growly but soft. “And the pup?”

Jimin smiled, brushing a stray dark curl back with flour-dusted fingers. “We’re both great, Kook. Everything’s perfect.”

Jungkook’s low rumble of delight vibrated through the air as he pressed a hand more firmly to Jimin’s stomach. He leaned down, kissing along his mate’s jaw, nuzzling softly before standing straight again. His other hand returned to Jaehyun’s head, brushing his hair as the little pup struggled to stir the batter.

“Eomma…help please,” Jaehyun whined, eyes wide with concentration and frustration. "I stwuggling." He grunted.

Jimin chuckled, leaning down to steady his pup. “Sorry, pup. Your Appa was distracting me,” he said with a soft laugh.

Jaehyun’s brow furrowed, his little voice high-pitched and serious. “Appa…you always kiss Eomma…what if his lips fall off? Then Eomma won't have lips anymore.”

Jungkook’s laugh rumbled deep in his chest, and he ruffled Jaehyun’s hair again. “They’re fine, pup. Completely fine. I promise.”

Jimin joined in the laughter, shaking his head at the little one’s serious concern.

Once the batter was safely poured into the cupcake pan, Jungkook drew closer, eyes darkening slightly as he spoke in a lower, more serious tone. “Baby…we’ve been invited to the Volkov's annual charity masquerade ball next week.”

Jimin paused mid-motion, spoon in hand, brow furrowed. “And you want me to go to this?"

Jungkook’s growl rumbled low in his chest, almost protective in its ferocity. “Honestly…I don’t want either of us to go. But it’s about appearances…mafia politics. We both need to show up.”

Jimin exhaled, setting the pan carefully in the oven. He gently set Jaehyun on the floor, watching the pup scurry away to admire their handiwork through the ovens glass door. “Okay...well, what should I wear?” he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Formal and decent. Nothing exposed,” Jungkook said firmly, gaze intense.

Jimin’s smile widened, a playful glint in his eyes. “So something sexy…”

Jaehyun’s little voice piped up, curiosity innocent and bright. “Eomma…what does seggsy mean?”

Jimin froze, eyes darting to Jungkook, then buried his face in his hands. “Baby…don’t say that word. It’s an adult word and it's not meant for little ears.”

Jaehyun nodded solemnly. “Otay.”

Jungkook’s low growl reverberated in the room as he repeated himself. “Formal. Something decent. Nothing that gives anyone ideas. Understand?”

Jimin peeked from behind his hands, then laughed softly, shaking his head. “Okay…got it.”

Jungkook leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the top of Jimin’s head, brushing Jaehyun’s hair once more as he walked by the oven. Jungkook stopped at the door and looked back.

“For the ball,” Jungkook murmured, voice soft but firm. “We show them who we are. And no one forgets it.”

Jimin nodded, a soft, trusting smile playing on his lips. “Okay…let’s do this. But right now, let’s finish the cupcakes first.”

Jungkook’s lips tugged into a small smile as he ruffled Jaehyun’s hair once more, and for a fleeting moment, the world outside the mansion, the politics, and the looming threats...all of it...felt distant. Here, in this kitchen, his family was everything.

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Night Of The Masquerade Ball

The bedroom was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the chandelier, shadows stretching along the walls, lending the space a warm but private ambiance. The house was quiet. Upstairs, Yoongi and Hoseok was in their part of the wing where they where babysitting Jaehyun for them, eyes sharp, ensuring the pup remained completely safe and out of harm’s way. Jungkook knew his family was secure, and yet his chest still tightened with protective tension.

He adjusted the silver-trimmed black mask in the mirror, dark eyes scrutinizing every detail. His tuxedo...jet black, perfectly tailored...clung to his muscular frame, the subtle shine of his shoes and cufflinks completing the intimidating, elegant image. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a low rumble, half frustration, half anticipation.

Across the room, Jimin emerged, and Jungkook’s gaze immediately locked onto him. The purple silk of his floor-length dress shimmered in the light, clinging to every curve of his body. The thigh-high slit revealed the smooth sweep of his honey-colored skin, teasing just enough to make Jungkook’s jaw tighten. Black Louboutins peeked out from under the hem, heels sharp and elegant. His dark curls, voluminous and perfectly styled with rollers, framed his face exquisitely, highlighting makeup applied to perfection: eyes deep and luminous, lips soft and inviting. And when he turned around, the dress dipped low in the back...barely covering his thick, pert ass.

Jungkook froze, his protective instincts flaring. A low, guttural growl rumbled through him. “I thought I told you formal…and decent,” he murmured, voice edged with feral possessiveness.

Jimin laughed softly, tilting his head, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “You’ll survive,” he teased, stepping closer, letting his scent mingle with Jungkook’s, warm and intoxicating.

The distance closed quickly. Jungkook’s hand slid inside the slit of Jimin’s dress, brushing the lace of his delicate thong. Fingers cupped him possessively as he leaned in, pressing a sharp, claiming nip to Jimin’s lips.

“Mine,” he growled, low and dangerous.

Jimin tilted his head back slightly, lips parting as a soft purr escaped him. “Yours,” he murmured, voice warm, tender, and teasing all at once.

Time seemed to freeze for a heartbeat. The soft glow of the chandelier reflected off their masks, creating an almost magical aura around them. The distant city lights outside the window, the faint hum of the mansion, all of it faded away. Jungkook’s eyes darkened, a mixture of desire, pride, and feral protectiveness burning within them.

Jimin’s hand slid into Jungkook’s, fingers intertwining as they turned toward the door. Every step they took together radiated intimacy and possession, a silent declaration that no one outside this room could touch what was theirs.

The grand staircase awaited, polished and gleaming. They descended slowly, deliberately, each step a shared rhythm, anticipation tightening the air between them.

Outside, the black SUV gleamed under the streetlights, its sleek surface reflecting the mansion behind them. Jungkook held the door open for Jimin, watching him step in with a fluid grace, the folds of silk draping perfectly, the thigh slit teasing just enough to make Jungkook’s jaw flex.

Sliding in beside him, Jungkook’s hand found Jimin’s once more, fingers threading together with a possessive squeeze. His mask hid the dark gleam of feral satisfaction in his eyes, but the silent promise behind it was clear: no one would even think of touching what belonged to him tonight.

As the engine purred to life, Jungkook’s gaze flicked to Jimin...his mate, his omega, utterly his. With Jaehyun safely upstairs under the watch of Hoseok and Yoongi, all his focus was on protecting Jimin and keeping him untouched in the world outside these walls. And in that moment, Jungkook silently vowed: tonight, his omega would remain completely, wholly, his.

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The Volkov estate shimmered beneath crystal chandeliers, walls lined with gilded mirrors reflecting a sea of masks and gowns. Tonight was a charity ball, but in mafia circles, charity was just the pretext...alliances were measured, power displayed, and influence brokered behind polite smiles.

Jungkook moved like a shadow through the ballroom, his black-and-silver mask hiding the sharp line of his jaw. Two bodyguards flanked him and Jimin: Taehyung, vigilant and close to Jimin, and another guard maintaining perimeter watch. Every movement was controlled, every greeting calculated. Tonight wasn’t about indulgence...it was about presence, authority, and political capital.

Jimin followed gracefully, his purple gown hugging his curves, spaghetti straps revealing delicate shoulders, a high slit teasing honeyed skin of his thigh, black Louboutins adding elegance. To the untrained eye, he was beauty incarnate, but to Jungkook, he was his mate, his possession, his anchor, and his heart.

The Volkov Don, mask glinting under the chandeliers, inclined his head slightly as Jungkook approached. “Don Jeon,” he said smoothly, voice carrying both courtesy and weight, “your presence honors our charity tonight.”

Jungkook nodded, his handshake firm and controlled. “The honor is mine,” he replied, calm but commanding.

The Don’s gaze swept past Jungkook to Jimin at his side. A faint smile played beneath his mask. “And I must say…you have the most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen. His beauty is unmatched. Stunning.” He added, eyes lingering on Jimin's body.

Jimin stiffened slightly and raised his mask back up, feeling the attention but unsure how to respond. His delicate features and striking purple gown were already turning heads, and now the Don’s praise made him flush under his mask.

Jungkook’s hand pressed firmly to the bare skin at the small of Jimin’s back, drawing him closer in a silent warning. A low growl rumbled in his chest, protective and feral.

“Thank you,” Jungkook said smoothly, clipped and sharp. “He’s my mate.”

The Don chuckled softly, mask hiding the expression behind it. “Of course, of course. A beauty like that…any alpha would be proud to claim.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened imperceptibly, gaze sweeping the room...not just noting allies and rivals, but tracking every pair of eyes lingering on his omega. Jimin's beauty was the kind that drew attention...radiant and poised, already drew desire and envy in equal measure. Jungkook’s instincts flared...no one would forget that Jimin belonged to him.

As the Volkov Don bid them farewell and moved on, exchanging pleasantries with other guests, Jungkook adjusted his grip on Jimin’s bare lower back, keeping him close. The ball was lavish, every corner polished and glittering, but Jungkook’s senses were already alert. This was politics, appearances, and subtle maneuvering...and he could feel when something was off.

Across the ballroom, partially hidden in the shadows near a gilded column, a man in a plain black mask stood perfectly still. Not mingling, not drinking, simply watching. Jungkook’s eyes narrowed instantly.

Taehyung, walking slightly behind, leaned in. “Boss…someone over there?”

Jungkook shook his head almost imperceptibly, his hand tightening lightly on Jimin’s waist. “Stay close. I’ve got it.”

Every time Jungkook shifted to focus on him, the figure disappeared, slipping seamlessly into the crowd, only to reappear moments later in another shadowed corner: by the orchestra, leaning against the balcony railing, reflected in a gilded mirror. Always watching. Always just out of reach.

Jimin, sensing the tension, whispered softly, his voice a mix of concern and curiosity.

“Kook…you’re tense. Who is that?”

“Someone keeping their distance,” Jungkook murmured, voice low, eyes scanning the crowd. “Not important…for now."

But instinct prickled in Jungkook’s chest. The figure wasn’t just observing...they were studying him and Jimin. There was a deliberate patience in the way they appeared and vanished, a silent challenge Jungkook could not ignore.

Through the polished crowd, Jungkook maintained his poise, nodding politely to other guests, shaking hands, exchanging smiles. Yet his grip on Jimin remained protective, possessive...every instinct on high alert.

Jungkook’s gaze was still flicking to shadowed corners, scanning for the mysterious masked figure, when movement near the edge of the ballroom caught his attention. Blonde hair, familiar stride, confident, casual, yet entirely out of place among the polite small talk and delicate laughter.

Soobin.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened instinctively. Soobin was the son of a very wealthy family with mafia ties in America. The omega had been a way to release stress long before Jimin entered his life. Nothing serious...just a convenient arrangement...and all ties had been cut off months before meeting Jimin in that bakery. Soobin’s sudden appearance now, brazen and grinning behind a sleek silver mask, sent a ripple of irritation through Jungkook.

"Jungkook," Soobin murmured as he glided to a stop in front of them.

“Soobin,” Jungkook acknowledged smoothly, voice calm, even polite...controlled. “It’s been a long time.”

Soobin’s eyes sparkled behind his mask as he leaned slightly closer, voice low, teasing.

“I hear you're a family man now. Too busy playing mate and appa to give me a call?” he murmured, hand brushing lightly over Jungkook’s arm. “I’ve been lonely without you. No one knows how to satisfy me.”

Jimin stiffened beside Jungkook, his grip tightening around his own mask, chest rising in quick, sharp breaths. He had never met Soobin before, but the way the omega touched Jungkook, the easy familiarity in his tone...he could imagine what their relationship used to be. It was like a spark to fuel his jealousy.

Before Jungkook could intervene, Jimin stepped forward, low and threatening. A growl rolled from his chest, sharp and feral. “If you touch my mate again, I swear...”

Soobin smirked, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Looks like you haven’t tamed this one, Jungkook,” he said lightly, letting the words sting.

Jimin’s hands clenched at his sides. “If you don’t get out of my fucking face, I’ll rip your damn hands off and beat you with them,” he spat, venomous and protective.

Jungkook pressed a firm hand against Jimin’s waist, pulling him back slightly. His chest pressed to Jimin’s back as he lowered his voice, dangerous and calm all at once. “Relax,” he murmured, the growl underlining the words. “I’ve got him.”

Soobin, realizing there was no opening to push past the pair, straightened with a soft huff. “Give me a call when you’re done playing house,” he muttered, teasing grin hiding beneath his mask. And just like that, he stepped back, melting into the glittering crowd, leaving tension vibrating like static in the air.

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The Volkov estate receded behind them as Jungkook’s sleek black car purred smoothly through the quiet streets. Jimin sat close, leaning against him, still flushed from the storm of desire and adrenaline. His purple gown, slightly rumpled now, clung softly, and the faint scent of lemons and honey...the intoxicating, uniquely male omega scent...made Jungkook’s chest tighten in possessive satisfaction.

Taehyung and the second bodyguard rode up front, eyes alert on the road and surroundings. The mansion felt miles away, but Jungkook didn’t relax...not fully...not until Jimin was safely inside their home.

Jimin broke the silence first, voice small but insistent, fingers brushing lightly against Jungkook’s hand. “Kook…who was that masked man? The one in the shadows? He kept appearing, watching us…”

Jungkook’s jaw tensed. His gaze swept the rearview mirror, briefly scanning the street behind them before returning to Jimin. Calm, controlled, but his protective instincts flared at the thought of someone observing his omega. “Someone who shouldn’t be here…someone I’ll handle,” he said smoothly. His hand found Jimin’s, fingers tightening around his. “But don’t worry…I saw him. I know. I'll take care of it.”

Jimin’s brows furrowed, concern flickering across his face. “He…he didn’t move toward us, just kept watching. It felt…wrong.”

“It was,” Jungkook admitted, low and dark, the growl underlying his calm a warning even through the glass of the car. “He was observing, testing. But he won’t touch you. No one will. Not while I’m around.”

Jimin’s hands squeezed Jungkook’s, the tension in his body slowly easing under Jungkook’s protective presence. “Promise?”

Jungkook pressed a brief kiss to his temple, possessive and tender all at once. “I swear. No one lays a hand on you, Jimin. Not tonight, not ever.”

The city lights passed in muted streaks through the tinted windows. For a moment, the car was a private bubble of warmth, quiet, and security. Jimin leaned closer, resting his head against Jungkook’s shoulder, still riding the high of jealousy, desire, and relief.

Jungkook’s gaze remained alert, scanning their path, but his other senses were entirely attuned to his omega. One hand curved possessively around Jimin’s waist, the other brushing over the small swell of his abdomen...protective, claiming, and entirely feral in his devotion.

“Stay close to me,” he murmured, voice low. “No shadows, no strangers, nothing will get near you. Not while I’m breathing.”

Jimin pressed a soft, trembling kiss to Jungkook’s hand, murmuring, “I won’t…I’ll always stay with you.”

The city passed silently around them, but Jungkook’s mind never left the ballroom shadows. The masked man would have to wait...tonight, his priority was simple and absolute: his mate, his omega, and their safety.

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The inner circle remained gathered in the mansion’s war room, the night quiet outside but the air thick with strategy and tension. Jungkook leaned against the table, hands clenched, eyes dark.

“There’s something about him,” Jungkook said, low and dangerous. “The way he waited…the control in it. He wasn’t reckless. He was watching. Studying. It wasn’t random.”

Yoongi’s sharp gaze swept across the table. “You think it’s someone we’ve dealt with before?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “Not me. I’ve never faced him. But I’ve felt that kind of pressure before...like someone circling a hunt. Calculated. Patient. Whoever he is, he wasn’t there by chance.”

A beat of silence passed before Taehyung finally spoke, his tone cool but edged with certainty. “I’ve seen someone like that.”

All eyes turned to him.

Taehyung’s lips curved into a grim line. “Alexei. Before the explosion. I tracked him for weeks, watching from the shadows. He never wasted a move. Always circling, waiting for the right moment to strike. The man at the masquerade…he moved the same way. Like he had all the time in the world, because in his mind, the prey couldn’t escape.”

Hoseok’s brow furrowed. “You’re saying it’s him?”

“I can’t prove it,” Taehyung admitted. “But no one else I’ve ever seen has that kind of patience. That stillness. It was like watching a predator with his eyes already set on the kill.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, a low growl vibrating from his chest. “If it is Alexei, then he’s made a mistake. He put himself too close. He watched me with my omega and thought he could walk away unseen. He won’t stay hidden for long.”

Namjoon leaned forward, analytical, precise. “Then we confirm it. Guest list from the masquerade...every family, every alpha, every omega. Every tie, every connection. If he was there, he left a trail. We’ll find it.”

Hoseok nodded sharply. “I’ll start immediately. I’ll pull every angle from surveillance, every shadow he passed through. He might be bold, but he isn’t perfect. Not always.”

Yoongi’s voice dropped, calm but lethal. “And once we know for certain…it’s over.”

Jungkook’s gaze softened slightly, only when the thought of Jimin and their pups crossed his mind. “No one touches my family. Not Alexei, not anyone. He can circle all he wants, but he’ll learn soon enough not to fuck with me.”

Hoseok placed a steady hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “We’ll make sure of it.”

Jungkook’s lips pressed into a firm line. “Good. Then get me that list. Tonight.”

The war room filled with the quiet scrape of papers, phones buzzing, and focused determination. Outside, the night lay calm. But inside, wolves sharpened their teeth, ready for the hunt.

Chapter Text

Hoseok sat alone at the polished mahogany desk, the heavy silence of the mansion wrapping around him like a shroud. The grand hallways, usually filled with the quiet hum of guards or the distant murmur of activity, were still. Even the tick of the ornate grandfather clock down the corridor seemed too loud in the absence of life. It was past midnight, and the glow of a single lamp cast long shadows across the papers sprawled before him.

The Volkov masquerade guest list lay neatly copied in his hand, Jungkook’s clipped instructions still echoing in his ears: “Find out who he was. Every name. I don’t want ghosts lingering.”

Most of the names were routine...expected. Old money, long-standing mafia families, syndicates with whom they’d fought and dined in equal measure, allies with familiar grudges and loyalties. Hoseok’s sharp eyes skimmed the pages quickly, checking, cross-referencing, his pen tapping against the wood. He had spent years memorizing these families, their dealings, their bloodlines. He knew their faces, their scents, their sins.

But then his pen stopped.

A. Popov.

The name was inked as cleanly as the rest, unassuming, even bland. But Hoseok’s instincts prickled instantly. Every other name was recognizable...men and women who played roles in the underworld’s unending theater. But this one…no connections. No trail. No rumors.

Nothing.

Leaning back in his chair, Hoseok rubbed at his temple. Jungkook had been unsettled the entire night by a masked figure lingering at the edge of the ballroom, appearing only long enough to observe, then vanishing the moment he tried to approach. Hoseok hadn’t seen the figure himself, but Jungkook’s instincts were rarely wrong. A predator recognizes another predator.

And now, on the guest list, the only anomaly was this A. Popov.

He turned to the Syndicate’s archives...past masquerades, official galas, high-profile gatherings where masks and anonymity mingled with politics and blood. Line after line scrolled before him on the laptop, a digital ledger of power games. Yet not once, not once, did the name appear. Whoever they were, they hadn’t been seen in their circles before. That was calculated. Deliberate.

Whoever A. Popov was, they weren’t just careful. They were bold.

It wasn’t easy to step into the same room as Jungkook and Jimin, to hover close enough to watch without flinching under Jungkook’s presence. That kind of patience and precision wasn’t random...it was predatory. Testing boundaries. Taking the measure of their Don.

Hoseok’s jaw tightened as he picked up the phone, dialing the one person he trusted to cut through his spiraling thoughts. Yoongi answered on the second ring, his voice rough but instantly alert.

“Baby,” Hoseok began, his tone low, steady. “I’ve gone through the Volkov list. Every name is accounted for…except one. A. Popov. There’s no record. Not in registries, not in syndicate networks, not even in background checks from previous events. It’s like they don’t exist.”

There was a pause, then Yoongi’s voice, calm but razor-sharp: “So someone we’ve never seen before. Hiding in plain sight.”

“Exactly.” Hoseok exhaled sharply, eyes returning to the circled name on the paper. “And based on Jungkook’s description…the masked figure, always at the edge of the room, watching him and Jimin? It fits. Someone deliberate. Someone measuring him.”

Yoongi hummed softly, the sound thoughtful, but Hoseok knew the steel under it. “Sounds like a problem.”

“That’s an understatement.” Hoseok reached for his pen again, underlining the name, circling it twice. “I’m compiling everything we can...past events, movements, contacts. Anything that hints at where this ghost came from. Because whoever A. Popov is, they’ve already slipped into our world once.”

Hoseok’s gut told him the masquerade had not just been about appearances. It had been a message. A quiet intrusion.

This was no ordinary guest.

And whoever A. Popov truly was, they weren’t just testing Jungkook.

They were hunting him.

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The guest list from the Volkov masquerade lay spread across Jungkook's desk, neat lines of names inked in fine calligraphy, each letter deliberate, expensive. The flicker of the fire in the hearth caught on the edges of the parchment, shadows dancing over black ink.

Yoongi lounged in the leather armchair across from him, glass of whiskey in hand, but his posture was deceiving; his sharp eyes hadn’t left the page once. Namjoon stood stiff at Jungkook’s side, broad frame drawn taut, arms crossed, jaw set. Hoseok leaned forward, one hand flat against the desk, the other tapping a finger against a particular line of script like he was trying to beat the answer out of it.

A. Popov.

The name stood stark and out of place among familiar men...capos, lieutenants, old allies, bitter rivals. Every name but that one was a known quantity.

Jungkook’s gaze lingered on it, his dark brows furrowed. His voice, when he spoke, was low, weighted. “Every man on here I know. Each one has history with Volkov...business, blood, or betrayal.” He tapped the tip of his finger once against the unfamiliar letters. “All except this one.”

“Same here,” Hoseok said, shaking his head. “I went over it twice. Popov doesn’t exist in our records. No dealings, no mentions in police files, not even a ghost rumor in the smaller syndicates.”

Namjoon’s voice came clipped, disbelieving. “Then how the fuck does he walk into Volkov’s masquerade? That ballroom was locked tighter than a bank vault. Volkov wouldn’t risk an unknown at his table unless…” He trailed off.

“Unless someone powerful smoothed the way,” Hoseok finished, his tone grim. “Either Popov’s an alias…or someone with serious weight wanted him there.”

The silence thickened.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking with the motion, but his stare never broke from the page. The name scratched at him, like claws at the back of his mind. Something old. Something unfinished.

“Any new information on Alexei?” His voice cut through the quiet like a blade, sharp and demanding.

Hoseok’s mouth tightened before he answered. “No.” He shook his head once, slow. “Nothing. Not a whisper, not a footprint. If he’s alive, he’s erased himself completely.” He exhaled through his nose, eyes dark. “I’ve dug through corpses, shipping manifests, black market chatter. There’s nothing. He’s a ghost.”

Yoongi set his glass down with a soft clink, his gaze narrowing to slits. “And now this name shows up. Uninvited. Unfamiliar.”

Namjoon grunted, shifting his stance, the firelight carving his features into stone. “Could be coincidence. Could be nothing.”

But Jungkook didn’t believe in coincidence. He never had.

His knuckles whitened against the carved wood of the desk, muscles tensing with the effort it took to stay seated. His gut told him the truth, the kind of instinct that had kept him alive in a world where hesitation got you killed.

“No,” he muttered, voice low, dangerous. “Ghosts don’t appear without reason.”

He stared at the name, and in his mind it blurred, letters twisting, reshaping into something older, more venomous. Alexei.

“If this Popov is Alexei hiding behind another mask,” Jungkook said, his voice dropping into a growl, “then he made a mistake writing his name down at all.”

The weight of his words sank into the room, pulling silence taut like a wire ready to snap. Yoongi’s eyes flicked to Hoseok, who only pressed his lips tighter together. Namjoon’s jaw worked, but he said nothing.

Finally Hoseok broke the silence, speaking carefully. “I’ll dig into it. Cross-check the name against registries, shipments, travel manifests. If it’s fake, there’ll be a trail. If it’s real, we’ll see who’s holding the leash.”

Jungkook leaned forward again, the fire casting hard shadows across his face, his eyes cold and resolute. “Do it. And keep digging for Alexei. I don’t care how far back you have to go, or how much blood you spill to find answers. If this ghost thinks he can circle my territory…” His lips curled back, half snarl, half smile. “…he’s already dead.”

The fire cracked sharply in the hearth, the sound loud in the stillness. The paper lay between them, a battlefield reduced to ink and suspicion, but the threat it carried was undeniable.

A. Popov. Unknown. Unfamiliar. And maybe a phantom with blood ties to Jungkook’s past.

Jungkook’s eyes glinted, dark and feral.

“This time,” he murmured, voice edged with promise, “I’ll make sure he stays buried.”

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The following morning marked Jimin’s two month checkup, their first appointment to ensure their pup was thriving. The clinic, tucked into the mansion’s lower level, was calm and immaculate, carrying the faint tang of antiseptic softened by the lilies Jin had insisted on placing near the door. Jimin padded in with Jungkook at his side, the alpha’s broad hand steady at the small of his back, guiding him forward with a protectiveness that lingered even within the safety of their own home.

Jin looked up from his chart, smiling warmly when he saw them. “Ah, right on time. Come in, come in. Let’s get our omega checked.”

Jimin flushed a little at the phrasing, ducking his head, but Jungkook’s chest swelled with pride. He helped Jimin up onto the small platform scale, his hand never leaving his waist. Jin clicked his pen, jotting down the number.

“Good,” Jin said. “You’ve gained a couple pounds since last time, Jimin. That’s exactly what I like to see.”

Jungkook leaned down close, murmuring against his mate’s ear, “Told you all those late-night snacks weren’t a problem.”

Jimin elbowed him softly, but the corners of his mouth curved up.

Jimin relaxed into Jungkook’s hold, until Jin gestured to the exam table. “Alright, go ahead and lie down for me. Shirt up, pants a little lower.”

Jungkook immediately stepped in to help, tugging Jimin’s shirt carefully up his chest and easing the waistband of his soft pants down just far enough to reveal the curve of his stomach. Jimin lay back, cheeks pink, while Jungkook hovered close, eyes dark and intent as though he could see straight through his omega’s skin.

Jin prepped the machine, the familiar hum filling the room. He squeezed warm gel onto the probe, and Jimin hissed softly at the sensation, shivering a little. Jungkook instantly growled low, possessive, until Jimin caught his wrist and whispered, “It’s fine, alpha. Just cold.”

The screen flickered to life, black-and-white shapes shifting as Jin maneuvered the wand across Jimin’s belly. A steady sound suddenly filled the room...rapid, rhythmic, alive.

The baby’s heartbeat.

Jimin’s eyes welled up instantly. Jungkook froze, chest tight, then let out a low, trembling rumble that shook the exam table. His hand covered Jimin’s, his thumb stroking over his knuckles as his eyes locked on the screen.

“That’s your pup,” Jin said softly. “Strong heartbeat. Everything looks good. You're about two months along now.”

Jungkook bent down, nuzzling his face against Jimin’s hair, voice thick. “Our pup…you’re carrying them so well, baby.”

But then Jin’s tone shifted, calm but clinical. “One note, though...this little one is measuring a lot smaller than when you were pregnant with Jaehyun at this stage. Have you had any nausea or vomiting?"

Jungkook’s head snapped up instantly, panic flashing across his features. His grip on Jimin’s hand tightened. “Smaller? Why? Am I not feeding him enough?” His voice cracked on the last word, fear bleeding through.

Jimin blinked up at him in surprise before bursting out in a soft laugh, cupping his alpha’s cheek. “Yes, alpha, I’m eating just fine. You’re feeding me so much I feel like I’ll roll out of bed most nights." Jimin then turned to look at Jin, "But no, Jin...no vomiting...just nausea in the mornings.”

Jin chuckled, shaking his head as he made a note. “It’s normal in the first trimester, Jungkook. Every pregnancy measures differently, even from the same parents. If the baby still isn’t catching up by next month, then we’ll look closer. But for now? It’s perfectly normal. Jimin is healthy. The pup is healthy.”

Jungkook’s panic eased slowly, replaced by a deep, satisfied rumble that vibrated in his chest. He pressed a kiss to Jimin’s temple, relief softening his features. “Healthy,” he repeated, like a promise to himself.

Jin started jotting down a few last notes, but Jungkook cleared his throat, still sounding a little raw. “Jin…could you, uh...print me a copy of that image? The ultrasound.”

Jin glanced up, eyebrows raising, then softened into a smile. “Of course. I’ll print one so you can keep it in your nest.”

But Jungkook shook his head quickly, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. “No...I mean, yes, but I…I want one for my desk. I’ve already got Jimin’s picture there. And Jaehyun’s. There’s a spot waiting for this one.”

Jin’s smile widened knowingly as he turned back to the machine. The printer whirred softly, spitting out a glossy strip of black-and-white images. He handed them over, and Jungkook accepted them almost reverently, like they were made of glass.

Jimin watched him, chest aching with love. His alpha...this fierce, dangerous man who made whole mafia kingdoms bow before him...was gazing at a fuzzy little outline like it was the most sacred thing in existence.

“You’re unbelievable,” Jimin whispered, his voice thick with affection.

Jungkook looked up, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. “What?”

“You,” Jimin breathed, cupping his cheek. “The way you love us. The way you…the way you make everything feel like the most important thing in the world.” His throat bobbed as he tried not to cry. “You already saved a space for them.”

Jungkook leaned down, pressing his forehead to his omega’s. His voice came out rough. “There’s nothing more important than our two pups.”

Jimin’s heart swelled so full it almost hurt. He kissed him softly, lingering, tasting the relief and devotion still rolling off his alpha. When they pulled apart, Jungkook tucked the photo carefully into his breast pocket, as though carrying his family against his heart.

Jin cleaned off the gel and helped Jimin sit up, smiling. “Come back in a month and we’ll check again. Until then, keep eating, keep resting. No stress.”

“Yes, doctor,” Jimin said sweetly. He tugged Jungkook down for a kiss, sensing how tightly wound he still was.

When Jin left them alone to tidy the room, Jimin glanced up at Jungkook, eyes sparkling. “Alpha,” he whispered, brushing his fingers over Jungkook’s jaw, “can we tell Jaehyun tonight? At bedtime?”

Jungkook blinked, caught off guard. His protective instincts bristled first...was it too soon? Would Jaehyun be hurt by a new pup entering their lives? But the hope shining in his omega’s eyes melted all hesitation.

He cupped Jimin’s cheek, thumb stroking over his skin. “Tonight,” Jungkook promised, voice low and warm. “We’ll tell our pup together.”

The omega beamed, pressing into his alpha’s hand, already imagining Jaehyun’s little face lighting up at the news.

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The room was dim, the only light a soft golden glow from the small lamp on the nightstand. The air was warm and comfortable, filled with the gentle hush of night. Their nest smelled of clean sheets and them, the comforting blend of alpha, omega, and pup interwoven.

Jaehyun wriggled between them, still buzzing from bath time, his cheeks flushed pink and his hair sticking up in damp tufts. Jimin lay on one side, combing his fingers slowly through his son’s hair, while Jungkook stretched out on the other, one strong arm looped around Jimin’s waist.

“Eomma, Appa,” Jaehyun whispered, voice pitched with curiosity. “What did you wanna tell me? Is it a surprise?”

Jimin’s heart thudded nervously. He glanced at Jungkook, who gave a slow nod of encouragement. Turning back to his pup, Jimin smiled tenderly. “Baby…you’re going to be a big brother.”

For a second Jaehyun just blinked, stunned. Then his eyes went round as coins, his mouth falling open. “A big brother?! Really?!”

Jungkook chuckled, his chest rumbling with pride. “Really, pup.”

Jaehyun practically bounced upright in the nest, little fists curled tight with excitement. “I’m gonna protect the new pup! Just like I protect Eomma! Nobody will touch them, I promise. I’ll be the best big brother in the whole world!”

Emotion tugged at Jimin’s chest so fiercely it almost hurt. He gathered Jaehyun close, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I know you will, baby. You’re already the best.”

Jaehyun squirmed back, eyes darting around the nest like he expected a bundle to appear. “But...where’s the pup? I don’t see them.”

Smiling softly, Jimin tugged up the hem of his nightshirt, baring the faint swell of his belly. “The pup is in here, love. Growing in Eomma’s tummy. You were in here once too.”

The boy’s little mouth dropped open in wonder. He leaned forward like he was seeing something magical. After a moment, his brows furrowed. “But…how do pups get inside Eomma’s tummy?”

Jimin froze, biting his lip, before darting a helpless look at Jungkook. The alpha smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes, before pulling Jaehyun gently against his chest.

“Well,” Jungkook began, voice low and soothing, “when an alpha and an omega love each other very, very much, the moon goddess gives them a blessing. She puts that blessing into the omega’s tummy so it can grow big and strong. And that blessing is a pup.”

Jaehyun gasped dramatically, covering his mouth with both hands. “So…the moon goddess put me in Eomma’s tummy?”

“That’s right,” Jungkook said, his big hand ruffling the pup’s damp hair. “You lived in Eomma's tummy until you grew big and strong.”

The little boy’s whole face lit up. His expression turned serious and reverent as he sat up and carefully lowered his head against Jimin’s belly. His small hands pressed on either side, as if he could shield the life inside already.

“Hello, baby pup,” Jaehyun whispered. “I’m your big brother. Don’t be scared, okay? I’ll protect you forever.”

Jimin’s tears blurred his vision as he brushed trembling fingers through his son’s hair. “You were a gift too, Jaehyun. The best gift I’ve ever received. Both of my pups are gifts.”

Jaehyun’s face scrunched up with determination. “I’m gonna teach them everything! I’ll show them how to play cars, and how to build the tallest blocks, and how to run really fast. Oh! And I’ll share my snacks too. Even the good ones.”

Jungkook laughed softly, tugging him closer. “That’s very generous, pup.”

“And I’ll sing them lullabies when they cry!” Jaehyun added with wide eyes, suddenly worried. “Eomma, babies cry a lot, right? I’ll sing my favorite song to make them stop.”

Jimin let out a watery laugh. “That would help so much, baby.”

Jaehyun puffed his chest out proudly, then leaned down again to whisper to Jimin’s belly, “Don’t worry, baby pup. Eomma and Appa are the best, and I’m the strongest. You’re safe.”

With a sudden burst of love, Jaehyun scrambled up into Jimin’s arms, throwing his arms tightly around his eomma’s neck. Jimin let out a soft, choked laugh, hugging him back fiercely and pressing kiss after kiss into his damp hair.

When Jimin lifted his gaze, Jungkook was watching them with a smile so full of love it made Jimin’s chest ache. Their eyes met, the bond between them humming like a promise: their family was growing, their love multiplying.

Slowly, Jaehyun’s energy began to ebb. He settled back between them, tucking himself against Jimin’s chest with one arm slung over his belly protectively. His lashes fluttered heavier with each blink until at last his breathing evened out, warm puffs against Jimin’s shirt.

Jimin stroked his son’s hair until he was certain he was asleep, then looked over at Jungkook again. His alpha’s dark eyes glimmered in the lamplight, fixed on him with quiet reverence.

“Can you believe him?” Jimin whispered, voice hushed so as not to wake their pup. “He already loves this pup so much.”

Jungkook reached across the nest, brushing the back of his hand over Jimin’s cheek. “He’s like you,” the alpha murmured. “Full of love. Fierce, protective, soft. He’s going to be the best big brother.”

Jimin’s throat worked, his tears spilling freely now. “I’m so lucky, Kook…both of you…our pups.”

Jungkook leaned in, kissing him softly, slowly, a promise against his lips. “No, baby. We’re lucky. The moon goddess blessed me with you, with our family. Nothing in this world will ever come before you three. Nothing.”

Jimin melted against him, clinging to Jungkook’s wrist, heart swelling with so much love it was almost too much to hold.

And there, with their firstborn tucked safely between them and another blessing growing inside, they drifted together into the kind of peace only family could bring.

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The late morning sunlight spilled across the garden, warming the stone pathways and glinting off the fountain in the center of the courtyard. Jimin walked slowly, his hand tucked comfortably into Jungkook’s as their little pup trotted ahead of them with all the seriousness of a soldier on patrol. Jungkook had taken the entire day off from work, entrusting every responsibility to Yoongi, determined to spend the hours not as a don but as a mate and a father, present for his family in the rare stillness of peace.

Jaehyun clutched his toy truck in one hand, chest puffed out proudly as if the whole mansion needed to be reminded that he had a very important job now.

“Careful! Don’t get too close to Eomma!” Jaehyun barked suddenly at one of the passing guards, his tiny growl making the burly alpha pause mid-step. The guard blinked, startled for only a moment before his face cracked into a grin.

“Yes, young master,” the guard said solemnly, bowing his head as though Jaehyun had given an order.

Jaehyun gave a firm nod, completely satisfied with himself before spinning back around to trot ahead again. “There’s a pup in Eomma’s tummy!” he announced to anyone who would listen, his little voice carrying across the garden. “Everyone has to be careful!”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed but soft with affection. He glanced at Jungkook, who was watching their son with undisguised pride. The corners of the alpha’s mouth tugged upward, his chest rumbling with a pleased little growl every time Jaehyun declared himself protector of both Eomma and the new pup.

One of the gardeners bent down to pick up a watering can, only for Jaehyun to stomp his little foot. “Hey! Don’t splash water near Eomma!” he ordered, face scrunching in determination.

The gardener chuckled quietly and dipped his head. “Of course, little master. I’ll be careful.”

“And don’t carry heavy things near him either! Appa says Eomma is fragile,” Jaehyun added, narrowing his eyes in what he clearly thought was a very intimidating glare.

Jimin covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. “Oh, goodness…he’s really taking this seriously,” he murmured, voice fond. Then he turned his gaze toward Jungkook, eyes soft. “He acts just like you, you know. The way he growls, the way he stands in front of me like a little shield…it’s exactly what you do.”

Jungkook’s chest swelled, his arm immediately tightening around Jimin’s waist. His gaze stayed on their son, but his voice was low, reverent. “That’s because he’s mine. My blood, my pup. Of course he’s going to protect what’s his.” He tilted his head, brushing his nose and lips against Jimin’s temple. “Just like I always will.”

They reached the sandbox tucked beneath the shade of a tall oak tree, Jaehyun dropping to his knees and immediately beginning to dig roads and hills for his trucks. But even as he played, his gaze flicked constantly back to Jimin, like a little wolf pup who knew his pack’s heart was right there in his Eomma’s belly.

When a butterfly drifted too close to Jimin’s lap, Jaehyun scrambled up with surprising speed. “Shoo! Not near Eomma!” he scolded, waving his arms until it fluttered away. Then, satisfied, he puffed his chest out again. “See? I scared it off for you, Eomma!”

Jimin laughed softly, holding out his arms as Jaehyun clambered up onto the bench and into his lap. “Oh, my little alpha,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Jaehyun’s soft hair. “You’re taking your job very seriously, aren’t you?”

“I have to, Eomma!” Jaehyun replied earnestly, pressing both small hands firmly onto Jimin’s belly, as if he could shield the tiny life growing inside. “Nobody’s going to hurt the pup or you! I’m gonna protect you both!”

He turned toward Jungkook suddenly, eyes narrowing in serious thought. “Appa, if bad guys come, we have to fight them together, okay? You take the big ones, and I’ll bite the small ones!” He demonstrated with a fierce little chomp of his teeth, making Jimin laugh until tears pricked his eyes.

Jungkook’s chest rumbled with pride from where he sat beside them, one hand resting lightly on Jimin’s shoulder. “Just like his Appa,” he said softly, voice full of warmth. “He’s already learning from the best.”

“You’re so strong, pup,” Jimin whispered, brushing back his hair. “Appa and I are very proud of you.”

“Stronger than the guards?” Jaehyun asked suddenly, looking up with wide eyes.

Jungkook chuckled deeply from where he sat beside them, one hand lightly smoothing the pups hair back . “You’re learning, aren’t you? That makes you strong in all the right ways.”

Jaehyun nodded seriously, leaning down to press his cheek to Jimin’s belly. “Pup…don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you. I’ll watch out for you and Eomma! If anyone comes close, I’ll growl super loud and they’ll run away.”

Jimin brushed his fingers over Jaehyun’s back, his eyes stinging with love. “He really is…he’s just like you, Kook. Fierce, protective, and so full of love.”

Jungkook leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Jimin’s temple, inhaling the scent of his mate and their little pup curled safely between them. “We’ve built a strong pack,” he murmured. “And it’s only going to grow stronger.”

Jimin looked up at him, eyes soft and shining. “Yes…and our little alpha is going to make sure of it,” he said with a laugh, hugging Jaehyun tightly.

The three of them sat together in quiet contentment, the garden alive with birdsong and soft breeze, feeling the bond of their family grow deeper with every heartbeat. Jaehyun’s tiny hands rested protectively on his Eomma’s belly, Jungkook’s strong arm encircling them both, and Jimin’s own arms holding them close…safe, loved, and entirely theirs.

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Later that evening Hoseok sat hunched in the dim glow of his office, a half-empty mug of cold coffee shoved to the side, papers fanned across the desk in a chaotic order only he understood. The laptop’s screen cast a pale light over his drawn face, and the steady hum of the cooling fan blended with the rhythmic tick of the clock on the wall. The silence was heavy, broken only by the soft scratch of his pen as he cross-referenced guest lists, double-checking names against syndicate archives for the hundredth time.

He should have given up hours ago. His eyes burned, rimmed with sleepless shadows, but tension kept him upright. Somewhere in the haze of masquerade records, in the blurred edges of aliases and forged documents, something was hiding. He could feel it like a splinter under his skin.

His fingers hesitated over a file he hadn’t opened yet...a scanned bundle, yellowed with age. Hoseok clicked, the image blooming across his screen. Two birth certificates lay side by side.

Alistar Petrov.

Alexei Petrov.

The names alone didn’t shock him...he’d seen the Petrov line come up before...but his pulse spiked when he traced down to the bottom. Mother’s maiden name:

Katerina Popov.

Hoseok froze. His lungs constricted. He shot upright from his chair so fast it nearly toppled, the desk rattling with the impact of his knees. For a long moment he stood there, staring at the flickering document, his mind stalling like an engine. Then he sat back down heavily, dragging both hands down his face.

It clicked. The alias. A. Popov.

Not a ghost. Not some untouchable, fabricated mask. Alexei. He had been there. All this time. Using his mother’s maiden name, he had walked through the doors of the masquerade, wrapped in the anonymity of silk masks and family ties. Every precaution Hoseok and the others had layered around the event had been undermined by blood and deception.

The room seemed colder suddenly, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. Hoseok’s hands flew across the keyboard, digging deeper into Katerina Popov’s lineage, tracing connections he’d only glanced at before. Another record surfaced...a marriage certificate. And another: Katerina’s mother’s maiden name…

Volkov.

A sharp curse escaped him. His chest tightened as the implications sank in. The Volkovs hadn’t just looked the other way when A. Popov’s name appeared. They had welcomed him, knowingly or unknowingly. Family. Cousins. Bound by the bloodlines that underpinned the hierarchy of the Russian syndicates. Alexei hadn’t just been clever. He had weaponized his heritage.

Hoseok leaned back, knuckles white where his fingers dug into the armrests of his chair. Holy fucking shit. Alexei Petrov wasn’t dead. He wasn’t gone. He had slipped into their circle under a name that everyone trusted, a mask no one questioned. And worse...he had ties that could give him cover wherever he chose to go.

Hands trembling with adrenaline, Hoseok snatched his phone and thumbed Jungkook’s number. The call connected on the first ring.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok said, voice pitched low, tight, urgent. “I know you took the day off, but we need a meeting. Now. It’s about the masquerade ball…and A. Popov.” He dragged in a breath, the words heavy as iron. “He’s alive. It’s Alexei.”

The silence that followed stretched like a blade between them. Then came the sound...a low, dangerous growl rumbling through the line, like distant thunder rolling across mountains.

“…Bring everyone,” Jungkook said finally, his tone sharp enough to cut steel. “Yoongi. Namjoon. Taehyung. No excuses. No mistakes. If Alexei Petrov is moving again, we strike first.” His breath roughened, the possessive edge in his voice unmistakable. “And Hoseok…keep this quiet. Not a word outside the circle. He is not getting near Jimin. Or my pups.”

Hoseok swallowed, nodding even though Jungkook couldn’t see him. “Understood.” His fingers were already flying, drafting encrypted summons to the inner circle.

As he sent the last message, he leaned back, staring blankly at the ceiling. The storm they had dreaded, the ghost they thought buried, had a face again. The game board was shifting.

And the Nocturne Syndicate had to be ready before Alexei Petrov made his next move.

Chapter Text

The inner circle assembled almost instantly in the mansion’s war room. The air was thick with tension, the low hum of the security systems and the faint click of encrypted devices filling the silence. Jungkook leaned against the long obsidian table, arms crossed, eyes dark and piercing beneath the dim overhead lights. Every muscle in his body was coiled, alert, ready.

Hoseok stepped forward, breath still tight from the call, and laid the papers on the table. The Volkov guest list, highlighted with masked attendees’ movements, and the scanned birth certificates sat at the center like a warning flare.

“It’s him,” Hoseok said, voice steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. “Alexei Petrov. A. Popov… he used his mother’s maiden name to get past security. No one knew. No one saw him. And the Volkovs…he has blood ties. Cousins. This wasn’t a coincidence.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, eyes narrowing into slits as he absorbed the information. The low growl rolling through his chest vibrated against the walls. “So he’s bold enough to move in our territory, under a false name, and observe my family…without a single mistake. Clever. Dangerous. And arrogant.”

Namjoon’s expression was thoughtful, analytical. “If he’s using family ties, he may have leverage we don’t know about. Every security protocol we implemented could have been bypassed simply because of bloodlines.”

Yoongi’s sharp gaze cut across the papers, voice calm but lethal. “He’s careful. Calculated. Moves in shadows, observes, waits for an opening. If he makes a mistake, we’ll see it. But until then…he’s untouchable in plain sight.”

Taehyung’s fists clenched, jaw tight, but he kept his voice even. “Boss…he’s watching us. Studying patterns. He knows what he’s doing. One wrong move and he could take out anyone. We can’t underestimate him.”

Jungkook’s dark eyes flicked to the documents, then up to each member of the inner circle. “Then we track him. Every movement, every whisper, every shadow that could be him. Hoseok…expand every surveillance channel. Guest lists, family records, anything that can tie A. Popov to Alexei’s known associates or locations. I don’t care if it takes twenty-four hours straight.”

Hoseok nodded, already typing on his laptop. “Understood, Don. I’ll cross-reference the masquerade’s records with every past Alexei sighting, every known Moonfang connection. If there’s a link, we’ll find it.”

Jungkook’s gaze softened slightly, only at the thought of Jimin and the pups, but the protective fire never left his eyes. “Yoongi…secure the mansion and perimeter. No one comes in or out without our knowledge. Every exit, every blind spot. If he even thinks he can touch my family, he’ll regret it.”

Yoongi inclined his head, expression unreadable. “Already done. Cameras, patrols, background scans…nothing moves that I don’t know about.”

“Taehyung,” Jungkook began, voice low and lethal, “I want full surveillance on the Volkov mansion. Cameras, patrols, bugs, digital sweeps...everything. If Alexei shows up, I want to know immediately.”

Taehyung’s eyes gleamed, already calculating the logistics. “Understood, Boss. Every entrance, blind spot, and feed will be monitored. He won’t get past without us knowing...but what if he shows up here?"

Jungkook’s low growl vibrated through the room. “Then he dies. Simple. No mistakes. My mate, my pups, my family…they are untouchable. Alexei or anyone else who thinks otherwise will pay in full. Understood?”

The room was silent, the words settling like ice. Each member of the inner circle absorbed the weight of Jungkook’s promise. Hoseok’s fingers flew across his keyboard, sending encrypted alerts and compiling every shred of intel. Yoongi’s eyes scanned feeds, Taehyung’s stance tense, ready to move.

Hoseok looked up briefly, voice tight but resolute. “We’ll find him, Don. And when we do…he won’t see us coming.”

Jungkook’s dark eyes gleamed, sharp and lethal. “No. He won’t.”

Outside, the night was calm, the city unaware of the storm brewing in its heart. But inside the Nocturne Syndicate’s walls, the wolves were already circling. Alexei Petrov had stepped into their world again. And Jungkook was ready.

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TWO MONTHS LATER 

The night stretched long, the kind of night where the world felt suspended, caught between stillness and the threat of something lurking.

Taehyung sat in the driver’s seat of the black SUV, lights off, engine quiet. His seat was reclined just enough to look casual to anyone passing, but his spine was iron-straight, muscles coiled like a predator ready to spring.

Two months.

Sixty-one nights of watching the Volkov mansion. Sixty-one nights of memorizing the guard rotations, the cars that came and went, the exact hours when the kitchen staff carried out trash bags, and even the gardener’s habit of sneaking cigarettes behind the west wall.

And in all that time...no Alexei. Not once.

The estate loomed in the distance, set back behind wrought-iron gates that glimmered faintly under security floodlights. The windows were dark except for the occasional golden glow from the east wing, and the guards on patrol looked almost bored, moving like shadows across the perimeter.

Taehyung’s eyes, sharp and unblinking, swept over every detail through the night-vision binoculars. He didn’t miss the small things...the twitch of a hand at a holster, the subtle nod between two men, the way one of the guards checked his watch three times in a single hour. Every scrap of behavior was cataloged, noted, and tucked away.

He shifted slightly, rolling his shoulders to ease the stiffness that came from hours of stillness. Reaching for his thermos, he took a sip of lukewarm coffee, the bitterness grounding him.

Then, pulling out his encrypted phone, he dialed the secure line. It connected almost immediately.

“Report.” Jungkook’s voice was low, commanding, his tone as sharp as the steel edge of a blade.

Taehyung’s gaze didn’t waver from the mansion as he spoke. “No sign of Alexei today. That makes sixty-one days he hasn’t stepped foot on this property. Guards rotate every four hours, no unusual shifts. Standard deliveries in and out...food, alcohol, cigarettes. Same suppliers. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

The silence that followed was deliberate. Jungkook’s breathing was steady, calm, but Taehyung knew the alpha was running through every possibility in his head...just as he had been doing for weeks.

Finally, Jungkook spoke. “Keep watching. I don’t care how long it takes. The moment anything changes...even the air shifting...I want to know. Report back immediately.”

“Yes, sir,” Taehyung answered without hesitation.

The line went dead.

Taehyung slipped the phone back into his pocket, letting the weight of the order settle over him. He wasn’t frustrated by the monotony...this was what he was built for. Patience, endurance, the sharp edge of a hunter who never blinked.

Still, his jaw tightened as he stared at the mansion, the floodlights painting stark lines across its stone walls. Alexei Volkov was out there. Somewhere. And he wasn’t the kind of man to vanish without reason.

Something was coming.

Taehyung exhaled slowly, lifted the binoculars again, and locked onto the front gate. Every muscle in his body thrummed with the same single-minded focus: when Alexei moved, he would be there to see it.

He would not miss.

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The bathroom was softly lit, steam from Jimin’s evening shower still clinging to the mirror as he stood at the sink, patting toner into his cheeks. His reflection was pink and dewy, framed by the fall of his damp hair. He wore nothing but a pair of tiny pink cotton panties, the fabric stretching delicately over the faintest swell of his lower stomach. 

Jungkook leaned against the doorway in his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs, silent, arms crossed, eyes fixed like a hawk. His gaze tracked every curve of Jimin’s body, lingering on the little bump that had barely shown itself. Four months, and yet Jimin looked hardly changed. Too slim. Too delicate.

“You’re staring again,” Jimin murmured, not looking at him, fingers gliding over his skin as he massaged in moisturizer.

“I’m watching,” Jungkook corrected, voice low and unyielding. His dark eyes softened for a fraction of a second before hardening again. “You should have gained more weight by now. You’re still too small.”

Jimin turned, one brow arched, lips glossy from balm. “Kook, I feel fine. I don’t feel weak, I don’t feel sick. I’m eating. The baby is fine.”

Jungkook pushed off the doorframe and came closer, his hand sliding around to Jimin’s belly, palm pressing with reverence against the slight bump. The sight of his mate so barely showing, so fragile, had claws tearing at his chest. “It’s not enough. I don’t trust your body to tell the truth,” he muttered. “We’re going to see Jin tomorrow.”

Jimin blinked at him. “It’s not even time for my checkup.”

“I don’t care.” Jungkook’s tone brooked no argument. “You’re going tomorrow. First thing. If Jin doesn’t clear you, I’ll...” He cut himself off, jaw flexing as his possessive fury rippled under his skin.

Jimin sighed, a little exasperated, but softened when he felt Jungkook’s thumb tracing the faint curve of his stomach. “You’ll what? Lock me in the clinic?”

“If that’s what it takes,” Jungkook said, deadly serious, his hand splaying protectively over Jimin’s abdomen. “You’re carrying my pup. I won’t gamble with either of you.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, though his heart thudded warmly at the fierce protectiveness radiating off his alpha. He leaned in, brushing a quick kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “Fine. We’ll go. But you’re worrying too much.”

Jungkook kissed him back, lingering, a growl vibrating in his chest as if the thought of too much worry didn’t even exist when it came to Jimin. “There’s no such thing,” he murmured.

Jimin walked over to their dressing room and tugged one of Jungkook’s white t-shirts over his head, the fabric soft against his skin, almost swallowing his small frame. It skimmed over the faint swell of his bump, but when he shifted, it lifted just enough to expose the pale pink panties clinging to his hips.

He padded into Jaehyun’s room, careful and quiet. The pup was curled beneath his blanket, lips parted in sleep. Jimin’s heart softened, and he leaned down to tuck the covers tighter around him, brushing a kiss against his warm little cheek.

When Jimin straightened, he felt it...that heavy, molten stare. He turned, and there Jungkook was, standing in the doorway.

The alpha was looking at him like he wanted to eat him, his boxer briefs hugging his hips, the fabric straining against the weight of his cock. His arms were loose at his sides, but his whole body was coiled, eyes dark as they dragged over every inch of Jimin.

Jimin let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You’re impossible,” he whispered, brushing past him to steal a kiss. Jungkook caught it like he was starving, lips lingering, his hand twitching like he wanted to touch but holding himself back, barely.

Jimin padded down the hall toward their nest, hips swaying just a little more than usual. He climbed in slowly, deliberately on all fours, the oversized shirt sliding up his thighs until it bunched around his waist. The pink cotton stretched tight over the curve of his ass, leaving very little to the imagination. He arched, glancing back over his shoulder.

“Well?” Jimin teased, voice dripping sweet challenge. “What are you waiting for? Come get what’s yours.”

The growl that tore from Jungkook’s chest vibrated through the walls. He pushed off the doorframe and stalked toward him, muscles flexing, briefs tented high and proud. He didn’t bother with finesse...he crawled into the nest after his omega, crowding him in, hands gripping his hips possessively.

His mouth claimed Jimin’s neck, sucking hard, nipping over the fading bruise of his mating bite. Jimin gasped, back arching, his ass pressing back against the thick outline in Jungkook’s underwear.

“Fuck,” Jungkook rasped, grinding against him, his cock straining, dampening the front of his briefs with precum. “Do you know what you do to me, omega?” His voice was gravel, all hunger and need.

Jimin whined softly, pressing harder, the friction sending sparks through his nerves. “Then stop staring,” he whispered, voice trembling with want. “And fuck me already.”

Jungkook’s control shattered...he pulled Jimin's tiny panties to the side, then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and shoved them down, huge cock springing free, thick and flushed and dripping. His growl filled the nest as he lined himself up, rubbing the head against Jimin’s slick hole, smearing himself with Jimin's sweet honey.

“Mine,” he breathed, before sinking into him in one deep thrust, filling him until Jimin’s cry echoed in the room.

Jimin’s arms trembled as Jungkook bottomed out inside him, the stretch burning and blissful all at once. His mouth fell open on a sharp cry, nails clawing at the blankets beneath him as his body adjusted to the thick intrusion.

“God...” Jimin panted, hips rocking back instinctively even as his body quivered, “you’re so big, Koo…”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, sweat already beading along his temples as he buried his cock to the hilt. The sight before him...his omega on all fours, shirt rucked up, panties pushed to the side and already dripping wet...had him feral. He leaned down, chest to Jimin’s back, his hands locking over the omega’s wrists and pinning them to the mattress.

“You’re mine,” Jungkook growled into his ear, voice low and rough. “You walk around in my shirt and those tiny panties just to drive me fucking insane, don’t you?”

Jimin whined, nodding desperately, grinding back against the thick cock impaling him. “I…I wanted you to lose it. Wanted you to take me, alpha.” His voice cracked, sweet and needy.

That was all it took. Jungkook snapped his hips, dragging almost all the way out before slamming back inside, the force shoving Jimin’s body forward. The nest creaked under the rhythm, slick squelching with each thrust as his knot already swelled, knocking at Jimin’s rim.

Jimin’s head dropped forward, eyes squeezed shut, moans spilling out in broken cries. “Ah...! F-fuck, Jungkook...so deep...”

Jungkook’s teeth found his neck, biting down hard just below his mating mark, sucking until another bruise bloomed dark and red. His hips never faltered, each snap harder, deeper, claiming. His cock throbbed inside Jimin, stretching him wide, filling him so completely it left the omega gasping.

“Feel that?” Jungkook rasped, one hand sliding to Jimin’s stomach, pressing over the faint curve of his belly. “Our pup…safe inside you while I breed you again. While I fuck my seed into you until you’re dripping with me.”

The words undid Jimin...he wailed, his whole body shuddering as he came untouched, slick pouring down his thighs, milking Jungkook’s cock in rhythmic spasms.

“Fuck, Jimin....” Jungkook cursed, hips slamming faster, chasing the tight squeeze of Jimin’s release. His knot swelled harder, forcing its way past Jimin’s rim until it locked them together with a brutal stretch. Jimin screamed, back arching, body locked in place around the knot that seated Jungkook impossibly deep.

Jungkook roared, spilling inside him in thick, hot waves, pulse after pulse of cum flooding Jimin’s channel until it leaked around the knot, soaking the omega’s thighs. He bit down again, sharp and possessive, growling into Jimin’s skin.

Jimin sagged into the nest, trembling, breath broken with whines. He reached back blindly, fingers curling into Jungkook’s hair, holding him close. “You’re...mine,” he whispered again, voice wrecked and full of love.

Jungkook licked his shoulder, still grinding slow and deep, knot keeping them locked. “And you’re mine,” he breathed, softer now but no less possessive. “Forever.”

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The clinic was quiet that morning, sunlight spilling soft and warm through the high windows. Jin was already there, flipping through a chart when Jungkook came in with Jimin and Jaehyun. The little pup trotted happily toward the corner where Jin kept a small bin of blocks, plush toys, and wooden puzzles for children.

“Jaehyun, you stay here and play while Eomma gets his checkup,” Jungkook said, voice gentler than usual but still threaded with tension. He crouched down, smoothing the boy’s hair before straightening again, his eyes locked firmly on Jin.

“He’s too small,” Jungkook blurted immediately. He gestured toward Jimin, who was fussing with the hem of his pink sundress and looking embarrassed under the scrutiny. “He’s four months and the bump isn’t showing. Last time, with Jaehyun, he was already rounder by now. Something’s not right.”

Jin raised his brows at the alpha’s bluntness but nodded, calm as ever. “Alright. Let’s do a full checkup and see what’s going on.”

Jimin gave him a soft smile, trying to reassure both his mate and himself, but Jungkook was already hovering close, practically vibrating with worry.

First came the scale. Jimin stepped on lightly, balancing with one hand on Jungkook’s arm. Jin looked at the numbers and his expression tightened, though he quickly smoothed it over. “Hm. Jimin, you haven’t gained anymore weight since your last visit.”

Jimin looked down, ashamed, but before he could answer Jungkook cut in sharply, “I feed him. He eats.” His pheromones spiked, sharp and heavy with frustration.

Jin held up a hand. “I’m not saying you don’t. But the numbers don’t lie. Let’s keep checking.”

Next, Jin measured the swell of Jimin’s belly, running his hand gently along the curve that was barely there. “It hasn’t grown much since your last appointment either.”

Jungkook’s heart dropped. He was suddenly pacing, his scent thickening, filling the room with distressed alpha energy until Jin visibly wrinkled his nose and snapped, “Kook. Calm down. You’re choking us both out. Sit. Breathe.”

Jungkook froze, then forced himself to sit down, though his leg bounced uncontrollably. His eyes never left Jimin.

“Let’s take a look with the ultrasound,” Jin said, his voice softening.

Jungkook helped Jimin up onto the exam table, strong hands steadying him as though he were made of glass. Jimin reclined back, pulling his sundress up over his thighs, his cheeks flushed pink. Jungkook brushed the hair off his forehead, murmuring soft encouragements, though his jaw was clenched tight.

Jin squeezed the cool gel onto Jimin’s lower stomach, pressing the wand against his skin. The screen flickered to life with hazy black-and-white images. The room fell quiet except for the steady hum of the machine.

For several long moments, Jin didn’t say anything...just moved the probe, his eyes narrowing slightly, the corners of his lips twitching as he made thoughtful hums.

Jungkook’s chest squeezed. He gripped Jimin’s hand. “What is it? What do you see? Tell me.” His voice was low, desperate.

Jin finally spoke, carefully. “The pup is measuring small, yes. But I think I know why.”

Jimin turned his head sharply, wide-eyed, while Jungkook leaned forward as if bracing for the worst.

“Why?” Jimin whispered, fear leaking into his scent.

Jungkook bent immediately to nuzzle his temple, his thumb stroking the back of his mate’s hand. “Shh. I’ve got you. Whatever it is, we’ll handle it.”

Jin smiled gently at the two of them. “Don’t panic. I think this baby is going to be an omega.”

The silence broke with Jimin’s sudden laugh, high and watery as tears spilled down his cheeks. His hands flew to cover his face, shoulders shaking with relief.

Jungkook, meanwhile, staggered back half a step, his knees nearly buckling. “An…omega?” His voice cracked. His chest swelled, eyes shining with something fierce and uncontainable. His gaze darted from Jimin to the screen, then back again. “An omega. Just like my beautiful mate.” His voice was thick, reverent. He leaned down and kissed Jimin’s damp cheeks, his lips trembling.

“Yes,” Jin said, nodding toward the screen. “Look closely. See the bone structure? The body’s more delicate, finer than an alpha or beta fetus would be at this stage. Look how tiny the fingers are, how narrow the shoulders. That’s why the growth is slower. But it makes sense. We omegas are smaller by nature.”

The screen showed it clearly...a fragile little silhouette, curled in tight, the faint flicker of a heartbeat like a star against the shadows. So small, so impossibly delicate, it made Jungkook’s heart feel too big for his chest.

He cupped Jimin’s face, forehead pressed against his temple, whispering promises only Jimin could hear. His entire being was overflowing with love so intense it hurt.

Jin gave them a moment before asking softly, “Do you want to know the sex?”

Jungkook and Jimin both looked at each other, silently exchanging the question in their eyes. They nodded together. “Yes.”

Jin’s lips curved. “It’s a male.”

The word hit Jungkook like a thunderclap. His throat tightened, a tear slipping down his cheek as he pulled Jimin closer, burying his face against his mate’s neck. His mind raced...already calculating, already planning. Stronger guards, tighter security, more careful feeding. His sons would never know hunger, never know danger, never be without protection.

Jungkook’s entire world had just gotten bigger, sharper, more sacred: his mate, his pups. His fragile, beautiful omega son.

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The room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the bedside lamp, shadows stretching lazily across the walls. Outside, the night was quiet, the mansion settling into its usual hush. The air smelled faintly like their pup, honeyed lemons, and sandalwood with spices...it smelled like them.

Jimin lay on his back, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other resting lightly over the swell of his tiny belly. Jungkook was beside him, his dark hair brushing Jimin’s arm as he rested his head gently on the curve of his mate’s stomach. His warm breath stirred Jimin’s sleep shirt, and the alpha’s fingers traced slow, protective patterns along the small bump.

“Hey there, little one,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and reverent, almost a whisper. “It’s your Appa. Can you hear me?”

Jimin’s hand moved to cover Jungkook’s, resting over his long fingers. “I think they can, Kook,” he said softly, a smile tugging at his lips despite the exhaustion of the day.

Jungkook closed his eyes for a moment, pressing his temple gently against Jimin’s belly. “You’re so small…so perfect. I can’t wait to hold you. I’ve never felt…like this before. It scares me to think of how little you are.” His voice cracked slightly, thick with emotion, and Jimin felt the warmth of tears threatening behind his own eyes.

“You’re going to be loved,” Jungkook whispered as Jimin brushed his hand over Jungkook’s hair. “By both of us…by your big brother, too. You’re already part of our pack.”

Jungkook lifted his head slightly, looking at Jimin with an intensity that made Jimin’s heart tighten. “I swear,” he murmured, “I’ll protect you. Every second of every day. Nothing in this world…no one…will ever hurt you. Not while I’m breathing.”

Jimin felt tears slip down his cheeks, but he didn’t wipe them. “Kook…you already do so much for us. You love us so much.”

Jungkook shifted, nudging his nose against Jimin’s hand, nuzzling into it. “I can’t help it,” he admitted. “You’re my mate. And our pups…this little one…this tiny piece of us…how could I not?” His voice was thick with awe, with love so raw it made Jimin’s chest ache.

Jimin let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You’re obsessed with us.”

“I’m…proud to be,” Jungkook replied, and his thumb swept over the gentle curve of Jimin’s stomach.

The two fell silent, listening to the faint rhythm of the pup’s heartbeat in Jimin’s belly, each thump resonating through the alpha’s chest as though the life inside were speaking directly to him.

“I can’t wait for you to meet your big brother,” Jungkook said softly, his lips brushing the small mound. “He’s going to love you, just like we do.”

Jungkook pressed another kiss to Jimin’s belly, letting his hands cradle it gently. “I promise,” he whispered, voice almost breaking, “we’ll make sure you’re never alone. You’ll never know fear, never know loneliness. We’ll always be here…all of us.”

The alpha rested his forehead again against the tiny bump, closing his eyes. “I love you. All three of you. More than anything in this world."

Jimin sighed, leaning into the warmth of Jungkook’s body. “We know, Kook. We know. And I’m so happy…so full of love.”

The quiet of the night deepened around them, the soft hum of the mansion like a gentle lullaby. Jungkook’s forehead still rested against Jimin’s belly, hands cradling the swell as though the very life inside might shatter without his protection.

Then, almost imperceptibly, a tiny movement brushed against his palm. The pup shifted inside, a delicate, fluttering kick.

Jungkook’s eyes flew open, dark and sharp, staring down at the curve of Jimin’s belly as if he could see inside. “Did you feel that, baby?” he murmured, voice husky and reverent. “Our pup...he moved.”

Jimin laughed softly, brushing his fingers over the alpha’s hair. “I felt it too, Kook. They’re tiny…but strong. Just like you said.”

Jungkook’s grip tightened slightly, not in aggression, but in awe. “Strong? He's going to be protected…by me. By both of us. No one will ever hurt them. Not ever.” His voice dropped to a growl, low and possessive, vibrating through Jimin’s core.

Another little flutter brushed his fingers. Jungkook pressed a kiss to Jimin’s stomach, inhaling the faint scent of their mate, of their home, and of the pup already claiming its place between them. “You feel that, little one? That’s Appa. Appa loves you more than anything. And I swear…you’ll never want for protection, not while I’m breathing.”

Jimin’s hand slid over Jungkook’s, intertwining with his thick fingers, letting the warmth of the alpha ground him. “They’re going to be so loved, Kook. By us, by Jaehyun…our family.”

Jungkook’s lips brushed against the small swell again, soft and reverent, then he pulled back just enough to look at Jimin’s face. His eyes were dark with desire and awe, and there was that unmistakable hunger in his gaze...possessive, unrelenting. “And you…” he whispered, voice raw, “my mate, carrying my pup…you’re everything. You’re perfect, baby. Perfect and mine.”

A soft shiver ran through Jimin as Jungkook’s hand moved higher, tracing protective lines along his sides, then finally circling the swell again. “You’re safe with me,” Jungkook murmured. “Every little kick, every tiny movement…that’s your way of saying hello to Appa. And Appa’s saying hello back.”

Another flutter, stronger this time, made the alpha smile, dark and feral, his chest pressing close to Jimin’s. He murmured low, almost growling, “He's feisty already…just like his Eomma.”

Jimin laughed softly, a tear sliding down his cheek, and pressed his lips to Jungkook’s shoulder. “I love you…all three of my wolves..”

Jungkook pressed a final kiss to the top of Jimin’s belly, whispering fiercely, “I love you. I’ll protect you…always. And I’ll make sure our pups never forgets what it means to be safe, to be loved, to be mine.”

He stayed like that for a long moment, listening to the tiny heartbeat echoing through the room, letting it ground him, fill him with something ferocious and tender all at once. Then, slowly, he shifted, resting his head against Jimin’s shoulder instead, fingers still tracing the small swell.

Jimin wrapped his arm around the alpha, feeling the weight of his love and protectiveness wash over him, and whispered, “We’re a family already…all of us.”

Jungkook exhaled slowly, letting a deep, rumbling purr of contentment vibrate against Jimin’s skin. “Yes,” he murmured. “And nothing…nothing will ever take that away.”

They laid there in the darkness for a minute soaking it all in, then, Jungkook's dark eyes widened, jaw tightening as realization struck him. “Fuck…” he whispered under his breath, voice low and trembling with realization. He lifted his head slightly, meeting Jimin’s gaze. “Baby, he might…might have your beauty.”

Jimin laughed softly, brushing his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. “Kook…you’re ridiculous.”

But Jungkook’s hand didn’t move from the tiny swell, his eyes dark and smoldering as he whispered again, almost to himself, “If they look like you, I'm fucked. I'll have to triple the security.”

Jimin just laughed again, the sound soft and warm, and tugged Jungkook closer to him. "Come closer and stop overthinking,” he murmured, pressing their bodies together, letting Jungkook’s worries melt against the steady beat of their shared heart.

Outside, the night continued its quiet vigil, but inside the nest, the alpha, his mate, and their pups were already a single, unbreakable pack, bound by love, obsession, and a promise that nothing in the world could ever come between them.

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Rain hammered against the Volkov mansion, streaking the sprawling grounds with silvered rivulets. Thunder rolled low and steady, a warning in the distance. Taehyung’s black SUV crouched in the shadows at the edge of the property, headlights off, engine silent. He pressed himself into the seat, body taut, eyes locked on the mansion. Nights like this were when predators moved, and tonight, he sensed one was stirring.

A black Mercedes eased up the wet driveway, gliding over the slick stone. Its tires whispered against the ground, careful, deliberate. The door opened. A figure stepped out...a man tall and commanding, draped in a long black trench coat. His hat shadowed the upper half of his face, hiding a disfigured scar on the left side of his jaw. Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat: Alexei.

But Alexei wasn’t alone. Behind him, more cars pulled up, smaller but sleek, each disgorging figures moving with the precision of insiders. Taehyung’s trained eyes recognized the unmistakable features, the subtle way they carried themselves: these were Volkov family members...cousins, nephews, trusted lieutenants. The way they exchanged nods, surveyed the surroundings, and followed protocol made it clear: this wasn’t casual. This was a formal family gathering.

Taehyung adjusted his binoculars, noting every movement. Alexei strode as though he belonged, each step measured, body language calm, almost regal, blending effortlessly among the family. Yet something in his posture, the sharpness in his eyes, told Taehyung that this calm was a mask. Beneath the courtesy, there was calculation.

Taehyung’s grip tightened around the phone. He called Jungkook, voice clipped but urgent, mindful of the storm’s roar. “Boss,” he whispered, “Alexei’s here. He’s…acting like he belongs, moving with the Volkov family. It’s clearly a family meeting, but you know him...he’s hiding something. Whatever it is, it’s deliberate.”

Taehyung shifted in his seat, hand hovering near the door in case he needed to move. His eyes never left the mansion. “He’s blending in, but I can feel it. There’s a storm brewing inside that house. He’s here for something…something that’ll make every second count.”

Jungkook’s reply was tight, sharp: “Watch. Don’t engage. I want every detail, understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Taehyung murmured as he ended the call, eyes narrowing as Alexei and the Volkov family members entered the mansion. Even through the storm, the lighting caught the polished stone, the way their footsteps echoed in the driveway, the subtle signals of dominance and hierarchy being observed.

The rain intensified, drumming on the roof of the SUV, lightning flashing over the estate. Taehyung’s pulse quickened, each bolt illuminating the shadows of the mansion. Alexei paused at the door, scanning the darkness around him, smile tight, measured. Even in the storm, he seemed untouchable. Yet Taehyung knew better...this calm was the calm before chaos.

“Stay sharp,” he muttered under his breath, almost to himself. “Tonight, he makes his first move.”

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Taehyung sat motionless in the driver’s seat, eyes trained on the Volkov mansion through the rain-smeared glass. A thin wire snaked from the SUV to the electrical wiring near Don Volkov’s office...a listening device Taehyung had carefully planted hours ago. Every word inside the mansion traveled straight to him.

The first voice that cut through the static was Alexei’s, low, smooth, and sharp.

“Jeon took everything from me,” Alexei said. “He destroyed my networks, my businesses, my throne with the Moonfang Syndicate. My face! It’s time he feels that same pain.”

One of the Volkov lieutenants chuckled darkly. “And you really think we can topple him?”

Alexei’s reply was cold, controlled, and lethal in its certainty. “We will. First, we strip him of his empire...his casinos, his shipping docks, his restaurants, even his strip clubs. Every source of power he relies on will vanish.”

A murmur of agreement passed through the room, but Alexei didn’t pause. “Then…we take what he loves most. His mate. His pups. He’ll feel what I felt. He’ll know what it means to be powerless.”

Taehyung’s jaw tightened as he listened, the storm outside matching the fury building inside him. Every calculated word from Alexei radiated obsession and cruelty.

Alexei leaned closer to the Volkov leaders, his tone almost a whisper yet cutting sharper than a blade. “With your help, we will dismantle Jeon piece by piece. When it’s done, when his empire is shattered and his family dead, we’ll see if the alpha can rise from the ruins. I intend to take his place…to be the top wolf.”

Taehyung’s hand clenched around the steering wheel. His knuckles were white, heart hammering. This was no simple vendetta; this was a full-scale assault on everything Jungkook had built...and everyone he loved.

The footsteps, the soft clicks of doors, and the hum of the mansion’s heating system signaled the meeting’s end. Taehyung pulled back the wire, stowing it carefully. He dialed Jungkook’s number again with one hand, the other gripping the wheel as rain splashed against the SUV.

“Boss,” he said when the call connected, voice tight and urgent.

"Speak." Jungkook’s voice came immediately, low and commanding. In the background, Jimin's sleepy whimper drifted through the line.

“Shhh…it's okay, baby…back to sleep now,” Jungkook murmured softly as he turned his face away from the phone to soothe his mate. “That’s it…yes, there you go.”

Taehyung’s stomach twisted at the sound, the alpha’s tenderness for Jimin cutting sharply against the darkness of the situation he was reporting. “Boss,” he said again, quieter now. “We’ve got problems.”

Jungkook’s tone hardened, though he kept a steady murmur over Jimin’s soft noises. “What kind of problems?”

“The kind that will hit your empire and your family,” Taehyung said, keeping his voice low. “Alexei is working with the Volkovs. Casinos, shipping docks, restaurants, strip clubs...he’s coming for all of it. And he won’t stop there…he’s coming for your mate and your pups next.”

Jungkook exhaled, a growl rumbling low in his chest, “Show me everything, Tae. Every move they make. I want their plan laid bare before they make a single strike. If Alexei thinks he can touch what’s mine…he’s already dead.”

“Yes, sir,” Taehyung said, swallowing the tight knot of tension in his chest. “I’ll keep watching. The second anything moves, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Good,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and dark. “Not a single advantage. Not one.”

The line went dead, but the weight of the revelation lingered. Rain drummed on the roof of the SUV, lightning illuminated the night sky, and Taehyung felt the gravity of the situation settle over him. Tonight, he had witnessed the first moves of Alexei’s revenge. Tomorrow, Jungkook’s empire...and his family...would face the storm.

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The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the dining room, painting the polished table in soft gold. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm toast filled the air. Jimin sat beside Jungkook, a hand resting unconsciously on the gentle swell of his belly, while Jaehyun perched in his booster seat across from them, little legs swinging back and forth.

Jungkook, ever the doting alpha, had been slipping bites from his own plate onto Jimin’s. He nudged a strip of bacon and a spoonful of eggs closer to his omega’s side, his gaze firm but tender.

“Alpha,” Jimin whined softly, cheeks pink as he looked down at the extra food on his plate. “I can’t eat all this.”

Jungkook turned toward him, his large hand brushing over Jimin’s thigh under the table. His voice was low, almost pleading. “Baby, please try to eat more, so I don’t worry myself to death. You and the pup need it. Let me take care of you.”

Jimin’s lips curved into a small, fond smile, his heart tugging at the way Jungkook always fretted over him. “Okay,” he relented with a playful sigh. “A few more bites… but if I get too full, you’re going to have to haul me out of here on a forklift.”

That earned a rare laugh from Jungkook, but before he could tease back, his sharp eyes shifted to their pup across the table. Jaehyun, usually the first to clear his plate and ask for seconds, was only poking at his scrambled eggs with his little fork. His cheeks were flushed, and his appetite seemed gone.

Jungkook’s expression darkened with concern. “Jaehyun,” he called gently, leaning forward. “Are you okay, pup? You’re not eating.”

The little alpha looked up at his appa with round, watery eyes. He gave a small nod but whispered, “My belly hurts.”

Jungkook was out of his chair in an instant. He crouched by Jaehyun’s side, one big hand rubbing slow circles over the pup’s soft tummy through his pajamas. His voice softened, all authority melting into fatherly concern. “Okay, you don’t have to eat if your belly’s hurting. Just drink your juice. But try to eat a little something at lunch, hmm?”

Jaehyun nodded quietly and picked up his sippy cup, sipping at the apple juice while his little shoulders slumped.

Jimin reached across the table, his slim fingers ruffling through Jaehyun’s messy bedhead, thumb brushing comfortingly over his crown. “Maybe we can have some soup for lunch,” he suggested softly. “Something light on your stomach.”

The pup leaned into his eomma’s touch, eyes drooping with the comfort.

Jungkook finally sat back down, though his posture was tight, one eye never leaving his son. His wolf was restless, the protective urge to bundle Jaehyun up and keep him safe thrumming through his veins.

“Don’t worry, Jungkook,” Jimin murmured, sensing his mate’s tension. He reached under the table to squeeze Jungkook’s hand. “I’ll keep an eye on him today. It’s probably just a little bug.”

Jungkook gave a curt nod, though his dark gaze stayed fixed on their pup, his thumb brushing absently against Jimin’s knuckles. “Maybe,” he admitted, though the growl in his chest betrayed his unease. “But I’ll be checking in every hour.”

Jimin smiled faintly at that, warmth in his eyes even as he shook his head. “I wouldn’t expect anything less, alpha.”

Jimin tilted his head, watching him with a small smile. “What are you doing at work today, alpha?”

Jungkook finally tore his eyes away from Jaehyun to glance back at his omega. “Paperwork,” he said with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “The casinos need updates on their quarterly reports. It shouldn’t take too long, but it has to be done.”

“And tomorrow?” Jimin asked, gently nudging a forkful of eggs into his mouth like Jungkook wanted.

“Tomorrow I’ll have to meet with the others,” Jungkook told him, his tone firming into business. “We need to go over what Taehyung overheard at the Volkov mansion and tighten security around here.”

Jimin hummed quietly, nodding. He didn’t pry...he knew the mafia side of Jungkook’s world was dangerous and heavy. Jungkook tried to shield him and Jaehyun from it as best as he could, but the simple fact Jungkook told him at all warmed something inside him. “Just don’t forget to come down for dinner,” he said softly, nudging Jungkook’s leg under the table.

That earned him another small laugh, Jungkook leaning over to brush a kiss against his temple. “Never, baby. No matter what’s on my desk, I’ll always come home to you.”

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The late evening sun painted the garden gold, but inside, Jimin’s worry began to grow. He’d been playing with Jaehyun on the swing set, noticing how quiet and clingy the little alpha had been all day. Even as Jimin pushed him gently, Jaehyun didn’t seem his usual energetic self.

Finally, the little boy hopped off the swing, waddling toward Jimin. “Eomma…hold me,” he said softly.

Jimin bent down and scooped him up. Jaehyun curled into his chest immediately, his warm forehead pressed against Jimin’s collarbone. Jimin’s fingers threaded through the soft tufts of hair at the nape of his neck. “Are you sleepy, baby?” he murmured.

Jaehyun only nodded, shoulders sagging, and Jimin’s chest tightened. “It’s almost bedtime. If you want, after supper we can go to sleep early.” Another small nod. Jimin pressed a gentle kiss to his pup’s forehead and sent a subtle wave of calming pheromones, hoping to soothe him. “Let’s get some juice in your sippy cup, okay?”

Another nod, and Jimin carried him inside. He grabbed one of Jaehyun’s sippy cups and asked, “Apple or grape?”

“Apple,” Jaehyun answered, his voice hoarse and raspy.

Jimin’s concern spiked at the sound. He could hear the raspiness in the little alpha’s throat and the thinness of his voice. “Hmm…okay,” he murmured, making a mental note to give him some medicine later.

Later that night, Jungkook and Jimin sat with their little alpha nestled between them at the dinner table, coaxing him with gentle words, spoonful after spoonful of warm broth. But Jaehyun only managed a few reluctant sips before pushing the bowl away with a weak shake of his head. His cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy, and every time he swallowed, Jimin could see the discomfort flicker across his pup’s face.

Jungkook smoothed his son’s hair back with a large palm, hiding the tightening of his jaw. “That’s enough,” he murmured softly, his voice gentle but strained. “No more, hm? Appa won’t force you.”

Jaehyun leaned against Jimin’s side, thumb slipping toward his mouth in a rare gesture that spoke of just how unwell he felt. Jimin kissed the top of his head, exchanging a glance with Jungkook that said everything: he’s not himself.

Later, after dinner was cleared away, Jimin drew a warm bath. The bathroom filled with the light scent of lavender soap and steam curling from the tub. Jaehyun let himself be undressed and lifted without protest, his small body limp in Jimin’s arms. Normally bath time was full of laughter, splashes, and little games with his toys, but tonight the pup only gave a few half-hearted kicks in the water, quiet splashes that died almost instantly.

“Good boy,” Jimin whispered, dipping the washcloth gently over his son’s baby soft skin, careful not to be too harsh on his delicate skin. He rinsed his hair slowly, murmuring soothing words while the water trickled down.

Once the bath was done, Jimin lifted Jaehyun from the tub and bundled him in a warm towel. The little boy shivered once, then buried his face against Jimin’s shoulder, too tired to resist. Jimin rubbed him dry with patient hands, whispering softly all the while.

“There we go, my love…all clean, all warm.”

He pulled out the soft dinosaur pajamas...Jaehyun’s favorite, the ones with little green spikes on the hood and tiny clawed feet. The moment Jimin slipped the shirt over his head, Jaehyun gave the faintest smile, the first of the evening. That small curve of lips was enough to make Jimin’s chest ache with relief.

“There he is,” Jimin cooed, kissing his temple. “My brave little dinosaur.”

Carrying him into the bedroom, Jimin set him gently on the bed, tucking the blanket around his small body. He smoothed damp hair back from Jaehyun’s forehead before asking softly, “Do you want to play before bedtime, or go straight to sleep?"

“Play,” Jaehyun said, still sounding small and hoarse.

Jimin watched quietly for a while, anxiety twisting in his chest. Jaehyun moved about slowly, playing with his toys, but there was a weariness to him that tugged at Jimin’s heart. Finally, Jaehyun stood, tugging his soft blanket behind him. “I want Appa,” he whispered.

“Okay, baby,” Jimin said, trying to keep his voice calm as he let Jaehyun waddle down the hall toward Jungkook’s office.

Jungkook looked up from his computer as Jaehyun entered, crawling over to Bam, who lay lazily on the floor. Jaehyun cuddled into the dog’s side, letting out a small sigh. Jungkook’s dark eyes softened as he glanced down, then quietly turned on the TV at low volume so his pup could watch cartoons.

Thirty-five minutes later, Jaehyun wriggled free of Bam and padded over to Jungkook, clutching his blanket. His small steps were unsteady, and a soft whimper escaped him. “Appa…” he cried, voice quivering.

Jungkook froze, his dark eyes immediately softening with concern. He scooped Jaehyun into his arms, the little alpha curling into his chest and neck, tears brimming in his wide eyes. “Shh…it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you,” Jungkook whispered, pressing gentle kisses to Jaehyun’s damp hair and cheeks.

That’s when Jungkook realized how hot his pup was. Jaehyun’s little body radiated fever, burning against his chest. Panic surged through him. “Baby…you’re burning up. You’re too hot…”

Jaehyun whimpered again, nuzzling closer, shivering slightly despite the warmth of Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook’s hands cradled him protectively, dark eyes scanning his small form for any sign of what might be wrong.

“Jimin…” Jungkook's voice called urgently from the office.

Jimin’s came out of the bedroom and walked down to the office, face concerned. “Kook…what’s wrong?”

Jungkook lifted Jaehyun slightly, cradling him protectively. “He’s burning up, baby. He needs help...now. We have to call Jin.”

Jimin’s face paled as he saw the little alpha flushed and trembling in Jungkook’s arms. He gently took the pup from Jungkook, holding him close. “Oh, baby…you poor thing,” he whispered, brushing fingers through his hair and rubbing his back.

Jungkook’s hands stayed on Jaehyun, never leaving, as Jimin grabbed the thermometer from the med kit in the cabinet beside Jungkook's desk and checked his temperature. High. Too high. His panic surged. “We need Jin. Now.”

Jimin nodded, calling the number quickly as Jungkook murmured soothing words to Jaehyun, pressing small kisses to his hair and cheeks. The little alpha nestled into his parents, eyes heavy with fever, and they could feel him shivering despite the warmth.

Jimin whispered softly to Jaehyun, calming pheromones flowing from him. “It’s okay, baby…we’ve got you. Appa and Eomma are right here.”

Jungkook’s eyes never left their pup, dark and smoldering with love and protectiveness. Even as panic coursed through him, his heart swelled with the weight of his family. “We’re not letting anything happen to you,” he growled, voice low but steady. “We're here, baby.”

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The soft glow of the shade lamp bathed the nest in a warm, comforting light. Jaehyun lay curled between Jimin and Jungkook, his little body shivering under the blankets. Jungkook held him protectively, one arm wrapped around him while Jimin gently rubbed his back, soothing the small alpha pup.

The door clicked open softly, and Jin stepped inside, medical bag in hand. “I heard our little alpha isn’t feeling well,” he said calmly, his eyes quickly taking in the scene.

Jungkook immediately shifted, keeping his body pressed against Jaehyun. “He’s burning up, Jin. Came on so fast,” he said, his voice low but tense.

Jin nodded, moving closer without disturbing the nest. “Alright, let’s check him right here. I’ll be gentle.”

Jimin leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Jaehyun’s damp hair. “It’s okay, baby… Dr. Jin’s here. He’s going to help you feel better.”

Jaehyun whimpered and clutched Jimin tighter, letting out a small, pitiful raspy cry. “Eomma…”

Jungkook’s chest tightened, his dark eyes flicking between Jaehyun and Jin. “Do whatever you need, Jin. Just…don’t let anything happen to him.”

Jin carefully placed his hands on Jaehyun’s tiny body, checking his temperature and heart rate without making the pup uncomfortable. “104.2°F,” he murmured, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Fever’s high...let’s see what’s going on,” he murmured, gently palpating the pup’s neck. His fingers pressed softly along the lymph nodes, brow furrowing.

“His neck…these nodes are swollen,” Jin said, glancing at Jimin and Jungkook. “Jaehyun, does your throat or head hurt?”

Jaehyun whimpered, pressing a small hand to his throat. “Y-yes…my head…my throat hurts,” he mumbled, voice hoarse.

Jin nodded, concern clear in his expression. “From the looks of it, pup, you’ve got strep throat. We’re going to start you on IV fluids and an antibiotic to help you fight it.”

Jimin’s hand tightened on Jaehyun’s back, soothing, while Jungkook’s eyes darkened with protective fury. “Whatever you need to do, Jin…just be gentle,” Jimin said softly.

Jin reached into his bag and pulled out his needles, along with two small IV bags...one filled with saline, the other with the antibiotic. “Jungkook, I need you to hold his body still while I find a vein,” Jin instructed calmly but firmly. "If he flails around too much while I'm inserting the needle, his vein will blow."

Jungkook lowered his body close, his strong arms securing the pup gently but firmly against his chest. “I’ve got you, pup. Appa's here.” He murmured, dark eyes flashing at the ceiling as if daring anyone to interfere.

Jin’s fingers worked quickly, searching for a suitable vein. Finally, he located one near Jaehyun’s inner arm. “Alright, pup, this will sting for a second,” Jin warned.

Jaehyun whimpered pitifully as the needle went in, small tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “It hurts…Appa it hurts...” he cried.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, every protective instinct flaring. He pressed closer, his voice low and growling. “I know, baby… I know it hurts…but you’re safe. I’m right here.”

Jin quickly hooked the IV up to the antibiotic and saline bags, securing them and the pump to the bedpost. He checked the flow, making sure everything was running correctly. “There. That’s it. You’re going to start feeling better soon,” he assured them. 

Jin gathered his stuff up and turned around to look at them. "Just call me and let me know when that IV pump beeps or the bag gets low. I'll bring more."

Jungkook nodded and swelled hard. "We will. Thank you, Jin."

Jin smiled and walked out leaving the little family to their privacy.

Jimin brushed Jaehyun’s hair back, pressing a soft kiss to his damp forehead. “You’re so brave, baby…so brave,” he murmured, his own heart aching at the sight of his sick little pup.

Jungkook’s dark eyes never left Jaehyun, hand resting protectively over the IV site. “Nobody’s hurting you,” he whispered, almost to himself. “Nobody ever will.”

With the IV now in place, Jaehyun’s small body shivered lightly, nuzzling deeper into Jimin’s chest. His soft whimpers occasionally broke the quiet of the room. Jimin stroked the damp hair from his forehead, murmuring soothingly, “It’s okay, baby…you’re safe now. Eomma’s right here.”

As he spoke, Jimin subtly released calming pheromones, warm and sweet, surrounding their pup with reassurance. Jaehyun inhaled them unconsciously, letting his tense shoulders slacken just a little.

Jungkook’s arm tightened around both of them, dark eyes scanning the room even as his other hand pressed gently against the pup’s tiny body, shielding him. Low, protective pheromones radiated from Jungkook as well, rich and commanding, filling the air with a scent of safety and warning: anyone who dared approach would know this pup was under the full protection of his alpha. Jimin could feel the waves of Jungkook’s protective scent, grounding himself as he held Jaehyun.

Jaehyun’s eyelids fluttered, the IV drip steady and quiet beside him. “Appa…it hurts,” he murmured sleepily, his little voice soft and vulnerable.

“I know, pup,” Jungkook whispered, tilting his head so his lips brushed the crown of Jaehyun’s hair. “I know it does… but you’re doing so good. You’re my brave little alpha. Nobody’s going to hurt you. Not ever.” His pheromones deepened, mingling with Jimin’s to form a cocoon of safety and warmth around their pup.

Jimin kissed Jaehyun’s temple, breathing in the familiar scent of their pup. “That’s right, baby… you’re so strong. And we’re right here with you. Always.” He pressed his hand over Jaehyun’s chest, letting the comforting warmth of his pheromones seep into him, slowing his breathing, softening the tension in his little body.

Slowly, Jaehyun relaxed against them, tiny limbs sinking into the warmth of Jimin and Jungkook. The room fell quiet, except for the gentle drip of the IV and the soft breaths of their little alpha. Jungkook leaned his head down, brushing his cheek against Jimin’s hair for a brief moment before returning his full attention to their pup.

Jimin exhaled, letting some of his tension slip away as he felt Jaehyun start to drift toward sleep. He whispered softly, “Sleep tight, baby… we’ve got you.” The calming pheromones continued to surround Jaehyun, blending with Jungkook’s protective scent to make him feel utterly safe.

Jungkook’s gaze moved from their pup to Jimin, taking in the calm reassurance he exuded despite the worry gnawing at him. His dark eyes softened as he murmured, “I love you both so much…I can’t… I can’t lose either of you.”

Jimin laughed softly through the worry, pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s temple. “You’re not going to, Kook. We’re here…all of us. Together.”

For a moment, the world outside didn’t exist. There was only the warmth of the nest, the rhythmic hum of the IV, the tiny breaths of their pup, and the intertwined pheromones creating a shield of love and safety around their family. In that cocoon, Jungkook felt the full weight of his devotion, vowing silently that nothing would ever threaten their family...not now, not ever.

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The first light of dawn barely filtered through the mansion windows as Jungkook stepped into the war room, exhaustion etched into the set of his jaw. He hadn’t slept...couldn’t...not since Jaehyun’s fever spiked. His dark eyes swept over the table where Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung were already waiting, surrounded by laptops, papers, and live surveillance feeds.

Namjoon broke the silence first, his deep voice carrying quiet concern. “How’s Jaehyun? You’ve been up all night, haven’t you?”

Jungkook’s knuckles whitened against the polished wood. His pheromones simmered beneath the surface, heavy and commanding, warning of the storm brewing inside him. “Strep,” he said flatly. “Jin started IV fluids and antibiotics. He’s stable for now, but I’ve been watching him like a hawk. I didn't want to leave him alone...not even for a second.”

A shadow flickered across Hoseok’s face, rare worry softening his features. “That’s good…but you need to rest too, Jungkook.”

Yoongi’s sharp gaze never left him. “We’ll keep things running. Just focus on keeping your pup safe.”

“I’ll rest when Alexei is in the ground,” Jungkook clipped out, voice like steel. His gaze shifted to Taehyung. “Report. Everything you saw and overheard. No detail left out.”

Taehyung straightened, his tone crisp and deliberate. “Masked figures arrived at the Volkov estate late last night. Alexei was among them. I managed to plant a listening device near Don Volkov’s study. From what I heard, Alexei isn’t just circling...he’s already embedded himself. The Volkovs are moving resources for him. They’re blood. He’s using that loyalty to fuel his play against you.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, the air around him darkening. “So the Volkovs aren’t just allies. They’re accomplices.”

“More than that,” Taehyung said grimly. “They’re complicit. Alexei’s been laying groundwork for months, using Volkov channels...casino laundering, shipping docks, even low-level enforcers. The Volkovs are giving him reach you don’t normally see from an outsider. His strategy is clear: gut your assets, bleed your cash flow, then move in to claim what’s left.”

A muscle in Jungkook’s cheek twitched. “He thinks he can hollow me out from the inside.”

Yoongi leaned forward, voice low. “And if he succeeds, he’ll have leverage not just over your empire, but your family.”

The table went still for a beat, the weight of the word family landing heavily. Jungkook’s eyes darkened, every line of his body coiled with restrained violence. “If he so much as breathes in their direction, I’ll burn his name out of existence.”

The room seemed to tighten around his vow. Namjoon nodded slowly. “Then we fortify now. No gaps. No mercy.”

Jungkook’s hand tapped the table once...measured, deliberate. “Good. Taehyung, you keep eyes and ears on the Volkov estate twenty-four-seven. Nothing leaves or enters without me knowing. Yoongi, double the manpower on every front...casinos, docks, clubs. If Alexei wants to play in the shadows, we blind him and cut his hands off.”

“Yes, boss,” Yoongi murmured, already scrolling through feeds.

Finally, Jungkook’s gaze cut to Hoseok. “What's the plan?.”

Hoseok pushed his laptop forward, a dozen files already open, spreadsheets cascading with red flags. “We need to think two moves ahead. If Alexei is embedding through the Volkovs, that means your assets are the first target. Casinos, docks, and restaurants are the arteries of your empire. If he severs even one, it’ll create a ripple effect. We’ll start by protecting cash flow...tighten the casinos, lock down laundering trails, vet every employee with access to financials.”

His fingers flew across the keys, highlighting risk zones in glowing red. “Next, the docks. He’ll try to sabotage shipments, maybe reroute product, maybe plant his own men in distribution. We increase surveillance, rotate security teams, and put trackers on every crate leaving port.”

Namjoon leaned forward, his tone thoughtful. “What about the restaurants? Those could be used as low-risk targets...easy to hit, easy to cause public damage.”

“Exactly,” Hoseok said. “So we protect them like they’re crown jewels. Cameras, guards, backup supply chains. If Alexei so much as sneezes in their direction, we’ll know.”

He looked back at Jungkook. “If we choke off his openings, Alexei won’t get the chance to destabilize us. He’ll be cornered into acting rashly...and that’s when we hit back.”

Jungkook’s expression hardened, cold fury simmering just beneath his calm. “Good. Let him act. When he does, I’ll make an example of him so brutal the Volkovs themselves will choke on the blood of their betrayal.”

Hoseok dragged a window onto the main screen, maps and flowcharts already cross-referenced with red-lined notes. His voice was calm, steady, but beneath it was steel.

“Step one: the casinos. They’re your biggest cash flow, which means they’re Alexei’s biggest target. Every floor manager and pit boss gets re-vetted by morning. Any name tied to the Volkovs...even distantly...is cut. We’ll rotate shifts so nobody’s too comfortable, and tighten the books to make laundering impossible for outsiders.”

He flicked to another map, the shipping ports marked with pulsing blue dots. “Step two: the docks. He’ll try to infiltrate through smuggling routes. So we double security, switch guard rotations without notice, and put trackers on every container leaving or arriving. If one goes missing, we’ll know within the hour.”

Another swipe. Restaurants, clubs, storefronts lit up in green. “Step three: restaurants and surface businesses. They look soft, easy to hit for quick chaos. We make them fortresses...more cameras, more guards, background checks for every employee and supplier. If Alexei wants a scene, he won’t get one.”

His gaze swept to Jungkook. “And step four: internal sweeps. Every phone, every account, every guard. If there’s a mole, we flush them out before Alexei can use them.'

Yoongi gave a short nod of approval. “Efficient. Clean. Ruthless. I like it.”

Namjoon leaned back, arms crossed. “It buys us time. But Jungkook…” He studied him carefully. “You haven’t closed your eyes since yesterday. You won’t be able to lead if you’re running on fumes.”

Jungkook’s gaze was ice-cold when it lifted to him. “I don’t need sleep. I need results.”

The words were clipped, final, and no one pressed him further.

But even as he dismissed the meeting with a sharp tap of his palm against the table, Jungkook’s body was already turning toward the door. The predator in him wanted blood, but the father in him wanted only the sound of his pup’s breathing.

He moved down the hall in long strides, shoulders tight, fists unclenching only when he pushed open the bedroom door. The scent of milk, honey and lemons greeted him first...Jimin, curled protectively around Jaehyun on the bed. The pup’s fever-flushed face was damp with sweat, but his breathing was calmer now, softer.

Jungkook stood there for a long moment, every lethal thought, every violent plan, every ounce of cold rage fading into a sharp ache in his chest. This...this was what Alexei threatened. This was why he would burn the Volkov name from the earth if he had to.

He sat on the edge of the mattress, brushing damp hair from Jaehyun’s forehead before pressing a kiss there. Jimin stirred faintly, eyes fluttering open, his voice soft and laced with sleep. “You’re back…I thought you’d be working all morning.”

Jungkook’s expression softened, though his exhaustion clung to every word. “I was. Had to go over some paperwork for the casinos, make sure everything’s locked down. Tomorrow I’ll have another meeting with the others.”

Jimin hummed, his gaze slipping to Jaehyun before drifting back up to Jungkook. “Mmm… sounds heavy. But right now, you look like the one who needs looking after.”

He shifted, tucking closer around the pup, his voice barely above a whisper. “Come lie down with us. You’re exhausted.”

Something in Jungkook’s chest eased at the invitation. He bent, pressing a slow kiss into Jimin’s hair. “Yeah…okay, baby. Just for a little while.”

And as he stretched out beside them, the sharp edges of his rage dulled, replaced by the steady rhythm of Jaehyun’s breathing and the warmth of Jimin curled against him.

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A few days later, Jaehyun was finally starting to feel like himself again. His fever had broken, and his throat was no longer sore, but his appetite was still patchy. Jungkook propped himself back against the cushions of the nest, a tray balanced carefully on his knees, trying to coax a little nourishment into the pup.

“Here we go, pup,” Jungkook murmured, holding a small piece of toast near Jaehyun’s lips. “One more bite, for me. Just a little.”

Jaehyun wrinkled his nose, but he obeyed, nibbling slowly. Jungkook ran his large hand down the boy’s back in gentle encouragement. When Jaehyun had eaten enough, Jungkook held up a cup of water. “And this. You need to drink all of it, okay?”

Jaehyun sipped obediently, his small hands gripping the cup. When he finished, he crawled up on Jungkook’s chest with a little sigh of contentment, curling into the alpha’s arms.

“Appa,” the boy murmured sleepily, resting his head against Jungkook’s broad chest.

Jungkook’s heart constricted with tenderness. He wrapped a strong arm around his son and pressed soft kisses over his hair, temple, and cheek, trailing scent gently along the pup’s head and shoulders. Jaehyun let out a tiny giggle, eyes half-closed, and snuggled closer.

That’s when Jimin appeared at the doorway, fresh from the shower, towel tucked under his arms, damp hair sticking to his temples. He froze for a moment, watching the intimate scene, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“You two are adorable,” he whispered, stepping closer.

Jungkook glanced up at him, eyes warm, and held out a hand. “Come here, baby.”

Jimin settled into the nest beside them, easing his body against Jungkook’s side. Jaehyun reached up with a tiny hand, brushing against Jimin’s arm, and Jimin kissed the pup’s forehead before resting his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. Together, the three of them formed a cocoon of warmth, soft breaths mingling, the outside world fading away.

They stayed like that for a long moment, silent and safe, until Jungkook’s low voice broke through.

“Baby… I need to step out for a while,” he murmured, hand still stroking Jaehyun’s back. “I need to check on the businesses. Make sure everything’s running smoothly.”

Jimin shifted, brows knitting slightly. “Already? Can’t it wait?”

Jungkook pressed a kiss to Jimin’s temple, his hand tightening gently on the curve of his waist. “It’s routine, nothing urgent. But with everything that’s happened… I need to make sure things are secure.”

He didn’t mention Hoseok’s plan, the reinforced security measures, or the Volkov threat...there was no reason to weigh Jimin down with that worry.

Jimin sighed, reluctant, but he rested his head back against Jungkook’s shoulder. “Okay… just don’t stay out too long. He’ll want you back when he wakes up.”

Jungkook brushed a kiss over both their foreheads. “I’ll be back before either of you notice I’m gone.”

Jaehyun let out a soft hum, already drifting toward sleep, and Jimin snuggled closer, arms tightening around both his alphas. Jungkook held them, letting the warmth of the nest fill him, the soft rhythm of Jaehyun’s breathing grounding the storm of thoughts swirling in his mind.

Even as the alpha’s mind ran through reports, security feeds, and worst-case scenarios, right here in the nest, with Jimin and Jaehyun curled against him, he allowed himself a moment of calm...a moment where nothing could touch them, and everything he protected felt safe.

After some time, Jungkook rose from the nest slowly, careful not to disturb Jaehyun, whose eyelids were already drooping. He brushed a lingering kiss over the top of his pup’s head, inhaling the familiar mix of his own scent combined with milk and soft pup scent, then looked to Jimin.

“I’ll be back soon,” he said, voice low, almost a whisper meant only for him. “Stay here. Keep him close.”

Jimin’s hand slid over Jungkook’s, holding him in place for a heartbeat. “Be careful,” he murmured. “Don’t push yourself too hard.”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook replied, though his jaw tightened with the weight of responsibility. 

He stepped out, the heavy velvet black canopy of the nest brushing against him as he left, and made his way to the black SUV waiting in the driveway. Rain hammered against the windows, wind lashing against the car, but Jungkook’s focus was absolute. Yoongi was already behind the wheel, silent and alert, eyes scanning the streets even as the wipers swiped rhythmically across the glass.

“Everything’s ready?” Jungkook asked without preamble.

Yoongi's hands tightened slightly on the wheel. “Yes. All assets have been reinforced according to Hoseok’s plan. Surveillance is live, security rotations are in place. But with the Volkovs and Alexei, we’re still dealing with unpredictable variables.”

Jungkook’s dark eyes narrowed, the familiar predator flickering across his face. “Unpredictable doesn’t mean unstoppable.”

The SUV moved smoothly through the rain-soaked streets, each turn precise, each traffic light watched like a point of potential threat. Jungkook’s mind ran through the contingencies, thinking through docks, casinos, and restaurants as he reviewed Hoseok’s strategic measures in his mind. Every shipment, every pit boss, every ledger entry...nothing could be left unchecked.

“Traffic’s clear for now,” Yoongi reported, his tone clipped. “No unexpected activity near the casinos or docks.”

“Good,” Jungkook replied, his voice low, measured. “But don’t assume anything. Alexei will try to strike when we least expect it. I want eyes on every Volkov family member...if they move, we know why.”

The rain hammered harder, and for a moment the night was a blur of streaking water and headlights. Jungkook’s hand rested briefly on the console, fingertips tapping with a rhythm only he noticed. Every nerve in his body was alert, attuned to danger even as he projected calm.

Yoongi glanced at him, unspoken concern in his eyes. “You’ve been running yourself ragged, Jungkook. You need to pace...”

“Not an option,” Jungkook cut in, voice dark and unwavering. “If Alexei touches even a thread of what’s mine… I won’t just react. I’ll erase the threat before it exists.”

Yoongi exhaled slowly, knowing better than to argue. He had seen Jungkook operate under pressure before, and every time it was the same: methodical, ruthless, and terrifyingly efficient.

The SUV slid to a stop outside one of the casinos. Jungkook’s hand pressed briefly to the door, feeling the pulse of adrenaline and determination. “Let’s go,” he said, voice low. “We start at the top. Every entrance, every exit, every employee… nothing is off-limits.”

Yoongi nodded, already checking the feeds on his tablet. “Understood. Full sweep in progress.”

As the two men stepped out into the storm, Jungkook’s gaze swept over the neon glow of the casino, the shipping docks looming behind it, and the restaurants lining the streets. Every one of his assets was a lifeline to his empire...and to the family waiting for him at home.

And he would protect them all, no matter the cost.

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The casino’s neon glow cut through the rain, reflecting off the wet pavement as Jungkook and Yoongi slipped inside. The hum of slot machines and murmurs of patrons masked the precision of their movements, but Jungkook’s senses were razor-sharp. Every face, every flicker of a screen, every guard’s stance registered in his mind like a map of potential vulnerabilities.

“Shift rotations,” Jungkook muttered, scanning the floor. “Check every entrance. I want to know who has access to what.”

Yoongi nodded, his fingers already flying over his tablet. “We’ve double-checked all personnel. Any connection to the Volkovs is flagged. No anomalies so far.”

Jungkook’s dark eyes flicked to a pit boss, noting the way he adjusted chips, the subtle nervous tick of his hand. He didn’t know if it was loyalty or fear...but he would find out. Every employee had to be accountable.

“Camera feeds?” Jungkook asked, voice low.

“All live. We rotated coverage to ensure blind spots are impossible. We’ve also hidden secondary cameras behind art and signs. Any movement near restricted areas triggers alerts immediately.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “Good. Let’s move to the vault and the counting room. I want to see the flow of cash myself.”

As they made their way through the back corridors, Jungkook’s presence alone sent a ripple through the staff. They knew him...not just as the boss, but as an alpha who demanded vigilance. He didn’t need to speak; the authority radiating from him was enough to make even seasoned employees tense with attention.

They reached the vault. The guards stood at rigid attention, eyes sharp. Jungkook walked past them, inspecting the locks, the security panel, even the camera angles. Yoongi observed quietly, reporting anomalies in real time, though there were none.

“Good,” Jungkook said, his voice clipped. “Everything’s solid. But stay alert. Alexei’s men won’t show themselves openly. They’ll try subtle, indirect strikes first.”

Yoongi nodded. “Next stop: the shipping docks. He’ll look for weakness there.”

The drive to the docks was tense. Rain still pounded on the SUV’s roof, wind whipping against the sides, but Jungkook’s focus never wavered. His mind was a constant stream of contingencies: what if a Volkov operative had already infiltrated a shipment? What if Alexei tried to plant evidence to redirect inventory? Every scenario was cataloged, and every countermeasure memorized.

At the docks, security teams were already in position, following Hoseok’s meticulously designed plan. Jungkook inspected the container seals, the tracking devices, and the surveillance feeds. Every crate leaving or entering port had a digital fingerprint. Any tampering would set off alarms immediately.

“They’re tight,” Jungkook said, his voice low. “But that doesn’t mean Alexei won’t test them. I want patrols increased, random sweep patterns. He needs to know he can’t play with us here.”

Yoongi's eyes scanned the horizon, storm clouds casting shadows over the shipping cranes. “We’ve also rechecked the manifests. Any unusual activity flagged immediately. No container moves without clearance.”

Jungkook exhaled, just a fraction, but the tension in his shoulders remained. “Good. Keep me updated. Every asset, every movement…I want eyes on it all.”

For a long moment, the rain and thunder were the only sounds, but in that quiet, Jungkook’s mind was already moving ahead, thinking of the Volkovs, Alexei, and every move he would counter before it was even made.

“Let’s wrap here and move to the restaurants next,” he said finally. “Alexei won’t strike openly, but he’ll test weaknesses where he thinks we’re soft.”

Yoongi nodded. “Understood. We’re fully prepared, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s dark eyes flicked to the horizon, where the storm raged. “Prepared…yes. But if Alexei steps wrong, if he even thinks about touching what’s mine…he’ll regret it.”

The storm beat down harder, matching the storm coiling in Jungkook’s chest. And in his mind, every calculation led back to one immutable truth: his family and his empire were untouchable.

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Night had fallen, and the storm outside raged on, lightning briefly illuminating the casino’s sleek exterior. Inside, the usual hum of activity masked the quiet danger creeping through Jungkook’s meticulously guarded empire.

Alexei had arrived just after midnight, cloaked and calculating, moving through the shadows with the precision of a predator. He didn’t need to enter openly; his goal wasn’t chaos yet...it was reconnaissance and testing.

At the docks, an innocuous shipping container that had just cleared inspection was subtly tampered with. A sensor disabled, a seal slightly misaligned...but it was enough to trigger the hidden alert system Hoseok had installed. A silent alarm pinged directly to Taehyung's tablet in the SUV, already stationed a few blocks away.

Taehyung's eyes narrowed. He leaned closer to the screen, fingers hovering over his phone. “Boss…we have activity at Dock 7. Seal tampered, sensors triggered. Someone’s testing us.”

Jungkook’s voice came over the secure line, calm but lethal. “Stay on it. Eyes on the container. Track everything in real time. Don’t engage unless it’s necessary.”

Back at the casino, Alexei’s men attempted a minor manipulation of the cash flow system...switching a terminal, testing passwords...but Yoongi's teams had already rotated personnel, and the moment they tried, the system locked them out, alerting security immediately.

A single text from the system pinged to Jungkook’s phone: Unauthorized access attempt blocked. Immediate response required.

Jungkook’s dark eyes narrowed. “Good. They’re probing. Hoseok, status on all assets?”

Hoseok’s voice came crisp over the line. “Casinos are locked down. Docks are secure with trackers on every container. Restaurants and surface businesses have double patrols. They can’t make a move without being seen.”

A smirk tugged at Jungkook’s lips, even in the storm. “Let them try. I want them to see how untouchable this is. Every move they make is on camera, every attempt documented. If Alexei thinks he can test me…he’s already lost.”

Taehyung's voice cut back in, steady. “Jungkook…at Dock 7, the container is moving...but we’re tracking it. Whoever’s handling it is moving cautiously, almost trying not to be seen. It’s deliberate.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “Good. Let them think they’re clever. I’ll deal with them on my terms.”

He leaned back slightly, his fingers tapping the edge of the console. The storm outside mirrored the storm inside him...a controlled, boiling intensity. Every move, every counter, every eye on his empire was accounted for.

And somewhere in the shadows, Alexei realized just how carefully he had underestimated Jungkook’s reach.

“Let’s keep this quiet for now,” Jungkook said to Yoongi, voice low. “I want him paranoid before he even touches a dime. Keep eyes on every angle. Report every heartbeat.”

Yoongi's fingers moved swiftly, tapping into every feed, every alarm, every sensor. “Understood. They won’t get past this unnoticed.”

Jungkook’s dark eyes gleamed as lightning split the sky. “Good. Let them make their first move. They’ll regret it.”

The storm raged on outside, but inside, Jungkook’s empire was a fortress...and Alexei’s test would only show him how far outmatched he truly was.

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Alexei slammed his fist against the table in the dimly lit room at the Volkov estate. His left cheek, still disfigured from the explosion months ago, caught the flicker of the chandelier above. The pain of failure...small but infuriating...burned deeper than any scar.

“They blocked us,” one of his men whispered, unease creeping into his voice.

Alexei’s dark, scarred eyes glinted with fury. “No. Not just blocked. They saw everything. Every container, every shift, every terminal we touched...traced, recorded, monitored.” He spat the words like venom. “Jeon. That son of a bitch is untouchable…for now.”

He rose, pacing the room, the trench coat brushing the floor with deliberate menace. “We tested the outer walls. Now it’s time to hit the core.” His hand gestured to the large map spread across the table, red pins marking Jungkook’s assets. “Casinos, docks, restaurants…we poke at them in isolation, wait for him to react. But the family…” His jaw tightened. “We hit where it hurts. His pride. His blood. His omega. And then we take everything else.”

One of his lieutenants spoke up, voice hesitant. “Sir…that’s risky. He’s…he’s obsessed with them.”

Alexei’s smile was a cold slash. “Good. That obsession is our weapon. Let him feel fear. Let him think he can protect them…then take it away. Twice as hard, twice as fast. His anger will blind him.”

He leaned over the map, tracing the lines to the shipping docks. “We wait. Watch. Move in silently. Leave no trace until it’s time. When the first domino falls, the rest will follow like clockwork. Volkov family is ready. They’re loyal enough to risk everything for me…because blood binds stronger than fear.”

He turned, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Jeon thinks he’s untouchable. Let’s see how long that lasts.”

His lieutenants nodded, fear and anticipation mingling in their expressions. Alexei’s mind was already three steps ahead, each plan more vicious than the last, each move calculated to strike at Jungkook’s empire...and his heart.

Outside, the storm had eased, but inside the Volkov estate, a far darker storm was brewing.

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The storm rattled the windows of Jungkook’s office, rain streaking down in hurried sheets. Thunder rolled in the distance as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass, eyes dark and restless, thinking back to the businesses and reinforcements he’d checked on earlier that day. Everything was running smoothly...but the weight of responsibility pressed on him, heavy in his chest.

The soft click of the door pulled him from his thoughts. Jimin stepped inside, black silk nightgown grazing his thighs, the robe hanging loose over his shoulders. “Are you coming to bed?” he asked, voice gentle and soft.

Jungkook’s gaze lifted to him, tension coiling in his jaw. “Yeah…in just a little while, baby,” he murmured, taking another sip of whiskey.

Jimin moved closer, quiet as a shadow, and climbed into his lap. Instinctively, Jungkook set the glass down, wrapping strong arms around Jimin’s waist, pressing him close, his hand sliding protectively over their little pup in Jimin’s belly.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked softly, tilting his head against Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Just…a lot on my mind,” Jungkook admitted, his voice low and gravelly. He shifted slightly, fingers brushing over Jimin’s hair. “How’s our pup doing?”

Jimin smiled, warmth flooding his features. “Jaehyun’s feeling better. No more fevers…he’s fast asleep now,” he said, resting his forehead against Jungkook’s chest.

Jungkook let out a low hum, tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Good,” he murmured, eyes softening with the pride and relief of a father.

Jimin leaned up, arms winding around Jungkook’s neck, lips brushing his in a soft, lingering kiss. A low rumble vibrated in Jungkook’s chest in response, almost involuntary. “Why don’t you let me take your mind off of everything?” Jimin whispered, nipping lightly at his ear, eyes shining with warmth and desire.

Jungkook’s dark eyes locked onto him, pupils dilated with want. “You think you can handle me, baby?” he growled, voice low and dangerous.

Jimin slid off his lap, kneeling between Jungkook’s legs. “I know I can,” he whispered, lips brushing against Jungkook’s inner thigh before tracing up to his waiting cock. Hands moved deftly to unbutton Jungkook’s shirt, kissing over his smooth muscled chest, each button undone one at a time.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, veins rising with heat, every nerve alight with anticipation. Jimin’s hands reached his belt buckle, fingers deftly undoing it, sliding the zipper down and freeing Jungkook’s hard length. Jimin paused for a moment, taking in the sheer size of his mate, eyes wide with a gasp of admiration, before lowering his mouth to take him in.

Warm, wet, and expert, Jimin’s mouth wrapped around Jungkook, teasing and stroking, lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm. Jungkook groaned, hands tangling in Jimin’s hair, pulling him closer, lost in sensation. Jimin’s teeth grazed, lips sucked, teasing him into a frenzy until the tension became unbearable.

“You…feel so good baby,” Jungkook groaned, fingers tangling in Jimin’s hair, moving his head closer to him. “That mouth...those plump lips…God, baby...I'm going to knot so hard."

Jimin hummed around him, lips wrapping fully, stroking with expert precision. Jungkook’s breathing hitched, hips stilled, veins straining. “Ah… Jimin… fuck… right there…” he groaned, voice rough and ragged.

“Mm… the taste of you,” Jimin teased, licking and swirling his tongue around the fat head. Jungkook’s hands gripped his hair tighter, growling low in his chest. “You’re mine…gonna make you feel it too…”

With a growl, Jungkook’s release came, hot and powerful, spilling down Jimin’s throat. Jimin held him close, both hands cupping and protecting his knot as it swelled, ensuring every drop of his release was claimed and safe. 

Jungkook’s chest heaved, leaning back in his chair, still panting, dark eyes fixed on his omega. Without a word, he slid all the papers on the desk to the side. His gaze softened slightly, but his voice remained low and commanding: “Up.”

Jimin shivered as Jungkook lifted him easily, seating him on the edge of the desk. Legs dangling, he looked up, breath still uneven from their earlier heat. Jungkook’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of Jimin slick and trembling. “So wet for me already…” he murmured, trailing his fingers along Jimin’s thighs. With one hand on Jimin's chest, Jungkook eased his body down until his back met the cold desk.

Jimin gasped, body arching. “Kook… please…”

Jungkook leaned closer, pushing two fingers inside his slick hole slowly, watching Jimin’s reaction as he whimpered. “So tight…feels so fucking good,” he growled. Jimin moaned, gripping the edge of the desk. Jungkook added a third finger, stretching him carefully, coaxing him open. “You take me so well…all for me,” Jungkook breathed, voice rough with possession.

When Jimin was ready, Jungkook lined himself up, cock throbbing and slick. “You feel this? All of me…just for you,” he growled, slamming into Jimin with one powerful thrust.

Jimin cried out, arms wrapping around Jungkook’s shoulders, legs clinging to his waist. “Ah…Kook…harder…it's so big...”

The storm outside raged, mirroring the chaos of their bodies. Thunder crashed in sync with the pounding of Jungkook’s hips, hands gripping Jimin’s ass and waist, keeping him flush and still. “So wet…all mine…gonna knot you hard,” Jungkook growled, voice thick and possessive.

“Yes…only yours…” Jimin moaned, nails digging into Jungkook’s shoulders.

Jungkook slammed into him again and again, leaning close enough that their breaths mingled, teeth grazing, lips pressing into the side of his neck. “You like that? My cock filling you?” he growled.

“Ah…yes…Kook…don’t stop…” Jimin gasped, arching against him.

Jungkook growled low in his chest, voice rough against Jimin’s ear. “So fucking perfect… you feel that? How deep I am?”

“Yes, Kook… gods, yes…” Jimin whimpered, legs trembling where they clung around Jungkook’s waist. His slick dripped over the desk, mixing with the sweat and mess between them.

Jungkook’s thrusts slowed, deeper, harder, his knot swelling thick at the base. Jimin gasped, eyes going wide. “Ah...Kook…you’re...”

“That’s right,” Jungkook hissed, grinding in slow, punishing rolls. “You’re gonna take your knot… lock me inside you like you were made for it. My cock...my knot...its all yours...”

Jimin moaned, clawing at Jungkook’s shoulders, head falling back. “Mine…I want it...want all of you...give me my knot, Kook...”

With a feral growl, Jungkook shoved deep, hips snapping forward in one brutal thrust. His knot forced past Jimin’s stretched rim, swelling inside until it locked them together. Jimin screamed out, equal parts pain and bliss, body trembling violently as the knot seated deep and Jungkook held him flush against the desk.

“That's it, baby…fuck, right there,” Jungkook groaned, forehead pressing to Jimin’s. “Drain me dry, baby. I'm yours.”

Jimin panted, overwhelmed, his walls spasming around the thickness inside him. “Kook…I can feel you everywhere…”

“Good,” Jungkook growled, hips grinding as his knot throbbed, pumping his release into Jimin. “Take it...take all of me. You’ll never forget who you belong to.”

Jimin moaned, body arching as the heat of Jungkook’s cum flooded him, the fullness unbearable yet addicting. He clung to Jungkook desperately, trembling. “Yours…yours, only yours…”

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The morning was soft and golden, sunlight spilling through the canopy in muted stripes, warming the nest where the three of them slept in a tangle. Jungkook was only half-awake when he felt the faintest tug on his eyelid. Tiny fingers carefully pried at his lashes, and a muffled giggle gave the culprit away. Another laugh...lighter, shy but delighted...joined in, and Jungkook knew exactly who was teaming up on him.

He kept his breathing steady, feigning sleep, letting his pup have his fun. Jaehyun’s little hand pressed against his cheek, trying with all his might to peel open his appa’s eyes. Jimin’s hand covered his mouth, shoulders shaking as he tried not to laugh.

Just when Jaehyun leaned in close to whisper, Jungkook snapped his eyes open with a growl. “Raaah!” he rumbled, baring his teeth in mock ferocity as he lunged and nipped at his pup’s tiny fingers.

Jaehyun shrieked with laughter, flopping backward, but Jungkook grabbed him easily, rolling onto his side and pulling the boy against his broad chest. “Got you,” he declared, smothering the child in loud, obnoxious kisses until Jaehyun squealed and kicked his little legs in protest.

The nest filled with the sound of laughter...Jaehyun’s bright and unrestrained, Jimin’s soft and melodic. Jimin pressed his face into the blanket, shaking as he giggled at the sight of his two alphas wrestling like wolves. Jungkook growled playfully and tossed Jaehyun up into the air, catching him securely before dragging him down into another round of love-bombing.

“Appa, stop! Stop!” Jaehyun begged between squeals, his little face flushed pink, dimples flashing with every breathless giggle. His legs kicked helplessly, thrashing against the nest blankets, but his smile was wide and toothy.

“You think you can attack me in my sleep and get away with it?” Jungkook growled, voice low and playful as he nipped at his pup’s tiny fingers. Then, without warning, he caught Jaehyun around the waist and dragged him closer, pinning him against his broad chest.

“Nooo!” Jaehyun squeaked, wriggling, but his giggles only doubled. Jungkook smirked, hooked his hand under the hem of Jaehyun’s little pajama shirt, and shoved it up to expose the pup’s soft tummy.

“Got you now,” Jungkook rumbled, before lowering his face and blowing a loud, wet raspberry right into his belly.

The noise made Jaehyun shriek so loudly he startled himself, dissolving into helpless laughter, hiccuping as his tiny fists patted against Jungkook’s shoulders. “Appaaa! Stop! That tickles!”

Jungkook only chuckled, doing it again, just to hear his pup squeal. “That’s what you get for messing with me, pup. Appa always wins.”

Finally, when Jaehyun was red-faced and hiccuping with laughter, Jungkook gathered him close, pressing him against his chest and kissing his messy hair. His voice dropped low, gentle. “How’s my boy feeling this morning?”

Jaehyun leaned back, cheeks glowing, and grinned. “Hungry.”

Relief bloomed in Jungkook’s chest, loosening the tight coil that had been wound there for days. He smoothed Jaehyun’s hair back, eyes soft. “Good. That’s what I want to hear.”

From the nest’s edge, Jimin lay propped up on his elbow, watching the scene unfold. His lips curved into the softest smile, chest aching with warmth. His mate...fearless don, ruthless alpha to the world...looked impossibly gentle here, clutching their giggling pup like he was the most precious thing alive.

Jimin’s heart squeezed as he drank it in: Jungkook’s dark hair mussed from sleep, his eyes bright with adoration, his broad chest rising and falling under the weight of their laughing son. The sound of Jaehyun’s squeals and hiccupping laughter filled the room, spilling over Jimin like sunlight.

For a moment, he thought he might burst from how safe and full his world felt.

Jungkook reached for the phone, still keeping Jaehyun tucked against him with one arm, and called down to the kitchen. “Breakfast for three. Bring it up.” His voice carried the clipped authority of a don, but when he hung up, his gaze was only for his family.

The three of them ate together in the nest when the food arrived, Jaehyun gobbling down eggs and fruit with messy enthusiasm while Jimin laughed at his antics. Jungkook didn’t even care when the pup smeared jam across the blankets; all he cared about was the sparkle returning to his boy’s eyes, the steady sound of his omega’s laughter.

It was the kind of morning Jungkook wished he could bottle up and keep forever...simple, perfect, safe.

But even as he watched them, his mind began to shift. Reality lingered at the edges, creeping in like a shadow under the door. The plan Hoseok had put into motion needed constant oversight. Jungkook had to check on his businesses daily, his territories, make sure the safeguards were holding and that no one dared test him again. His empire couldn’t run on loyalty alone.

His arms tightened around both Jimin and Jaehyun, as if his hold could freeze this moment in time. For now, he let himself bask in it...their laughter, their warmth, the way Jimin leaned into him and Jaehyun snuggled closer after breakfast. But already, in the back of his mind, the weight of the outside world pressed against him, demanding his attention.

He kissed Jaehyun’s hair, then Jimin’s temple, silently promising he would always protect this peace...even if it meant stepping away to face the storm waiting beyond their door.

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Jimin stirred in the darkness, stomach twisting with a sudden, insistent need. His mouth was watering uncontrollably, and the craving was impossible to ignore. He rolled onto his side, pressing one hand to his small, round belly, and gently shook Jungkook’s broad shoulder.

“Alpha… wake up,” he murmured, voice soft but urgent.

Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, instantly alert. “What’s wrong?” His deep voice cut through the quiet of the night, full of concern.

“Baby…” Jimin whimpered, rubbing his belly, “I… the pup needs… spicy ramen. And… you have to make it. Yours are the best.”

Jungkook’s chest puffed up immediately, a proud smirk tugging at his lips. “Mine are the best, huh?” he murmured, brushing a lock of damp hair from Jimin’s forehead.

Jimin blinked up at him with huge, pleading puppy eyes, tilting his head and shrugging. “Only you make it right… just you,” he whispered, hand moving over his belly as if the baby inside might approve.

A sleepy squeak interrupted them. Jaehyun had woken from their quiet murmuring and crawled closer, eyes wide. He pressed his tiny hands against Jimin’s belly. “Is the pup hungry?”

Jungkook grinned, scooping Jaehyun up by the waist. “Well, since you’re awake, come with me. We’re making Eomma and the pup some spicy ramen.”

“Yay! I get to help Appa!” Jaehyun squealed, bouncing in Jungkook’s arms.

Jimin stayed in the nest, propping himself up on pillows, one hand resting on his belly. “Me and the pup will wait here,” he teased softly, voice warm and amused, watching the alpha and their little boy leave.

Downstairs, the kitchen was alive with quiet movement. Jungkook moved efficiently, chopping green onions, boiling water, and carefully adding the spicy paste. Jaehyun perched on a stool, stirring noodles with all his strength and sneaking tastes whenever he dared, humming a little tune as he worked.

Upstairs, Jimin rested against the pillows, one hand rubbing his small bump. The baby squirmed as if impatient, nudging against him with little kicks that made him giggle. “Have patience, pup… you’ll get your spicy ramen soon,” he murmured, pressing a hand to the bump.

A few minutes later, soft footsteps echoed up the stairs. Jungkook appeared in the doorway, holding a steaming bowl carefully in his hands, Jaehyun clinging to his free arm, bouncing with excitement.

“Here,” Jungkook said, setting the bowl gently on the bedside table. His chest puffed out proudly. “Spicy ramen, just for you and our pup. And a little extra broth to make it perfect.”

Jimin inhaled the rich, spicy aroma and smiled, eyes soft. “Perfect. You always know how to make me happy.” He leaned back against the pillows, pressing a hand over his belly. The baby gave a little kick as if approving, making him laugh softly. “Looks like the baby approves too.”

Jungkook leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss to Jimin’s temple. “Anything for you and our little pups,” he murmured.

Jaehyun carefully clambered onto the bed, peering curiously at Jimin’s bowl. “Can we do this again tomorrow night?” he asked eagerly, bouncing a little on his knees.

Jimin laughed, reaching over to ruffle Jaehyun’s hair. “Maybe… but only if Appa promises to make it again.”

“I promise,” Jungkook said, voice full of pride and warmth. He brushed Jimin’s hair back and rubbed a hand over his belly, feeling the baby shift again in response. “Looks like everyone’s happy.”

Jimin picked up his chopsticks and slurped a long, satisfying bite, the spicy broth warming him from the inside out. The baby kicked sharply just as he brought the next bite to his lips, making him giggle and press a hand to his bump. “Hey! That tickles,” he said.

Jungkook chuckled, brushing his thumb over Jimin’s knuckles. “Looks like someone likes ramen too.” He leaned close, inhaling the aroma and smiling at the sight of his omega and their little pup. “You and our pup are going to turn me into a full-time chef, aren’t you?”

Jimin giggled, eyes soft and content, and leaned back against Jungkook’s arm, feeling the warmth of both the alpha and the baby inside him. Another kick hit just as he took another bite, making him laugh. “Stop it! You’re supposed to be enjoying your ramen, not causing chaos!”

Jaehyun clapped his hands excitedly. “The pup’s funny! Just like us!”

Jungkook grinned, nudging Jimin gently with his shoulder. “See? Our little family is full of troublemakers. But I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Jimin laughed softly, feeling the tiny kicks, the warmth of their ramen, and the closeness of his family. “Me neither,” he whispered.

The three of them settled into the quiet of the night, bowls steaming, soft laughter spilling through the nest, and the gentle nudges of their little baby reminding them that this tiny family was everything...perfect, safe, and complete.

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The afternoon sun spilled softly through the bedroom curtains, warming the nest with a golden glow. Jimin stood in front of the mirror, holding one of his favorite shirts up in front of him. He tugged it over his head and froze.

It didn’t fit. Not even close. The fabric stretched stubbornly across his now round belly, seams threatening to give way. Jimin’s lower lip trembled, and he let out a small, frustrated pout.

“Ugh…why does nothing fit anymore?” he muttered, pressing a hand over his tiny bump.

Jungkook leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirk tugging at his lips. “Stop,” he said, stepping closer, voice teasing but warm. “For the longest time, you didn’t even look pregnant…but now? Now you do. That means our little omega inside you has grown some more.”

Jimin blinked at him, slightly flustered. “I… I just...”

“Stop,” Jungkook repeated, brushing a hand over Jimin’s hip and bending down to press a soft kiss to his neck. His scent filled the space, warm and intoxicating. “You look beautiful like this. Round, soft…perfect.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed, heat spreading through his chest. “You always say that…” he whispered, voice small.

“Because it’s true,” Jungkook murmured, rubbing his thumb over the curve of Jimin’s hip. “Seven months, Jimin. Our pup’s safe and healthy, and so are you. That’s all that matters.”

Jimin let out a small laugh, pressing a hand over his bump. “I just…I feel so big now. It's like I swelled up over night.”

“You’re not ‘big,’ baby. You’re carrying our little pup,” Jungkook said firmly, resting his forehead against Jimin’s temple for a moment. “And seeing you like this…it makes me so proud. Our little omega is growing, and so is our family.”

Jimin melted into Jungkook’s chest, inhaling his scent and closing his eyes. “Promise we’ll get there on time for the checkup?”

Jungkook chuckled, lifting him carefully in his arms. “Of course. Nothing’s late when I’m carrying my omega. Now, let’s go get you and our little pup checked by the doctor. Don’t worry...you’re perfect, every little inch of you.”

Jimin giggled softly, nestling against Jungkook, the shirt forgotten. The alpha’s protective, confident energy wrapped around him like a shield, and for the first time in the day, he felt calm and loved...ready to face the checkup and everything that came after, with Jungkook by his side.

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After dropping Jaehyun off with Hoseok to watch him for the afternoon, Jimin and Jungkook made their way down to the clinic. The sunlight was bright, warm against their skin, and the city hummed quietly around them.

Even though Jimin was seven months along, he moved around surprisingly well. His steps were careful, but his belly hadn’t grown so large as to slow him down completely. Then again, Jungkook thought with a small, proud smile, his omega’s belly was still relatively small considering how far along he was...an almost-perfect balance that made him look soft and round without feeling cumbersome.

“You really are moving fine,” Jungkook remarked, keeping one hand lightly over Jimin’s lower back as they navigated the sidewalk. “But…I still think you should let me carry you sometimes. Just to be safe.”

Jimin laughed, resting a hand over his bump. “I can handle it, Koo. I’m fine.”

“Mhmm,” Jungkook said, his eyes darkening slightly with pride and protectiveness. “Fine for now. But seeing you like this…little belly and all… it makes me so aware of how much I need to watch over you.” He leaned down slightly, brushing his nose against Jimin’s temple, filling the air around them with his scent. “You, our little omega pup and our alpha pup…I’ve got to protect you all.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed at the closeness, warmth spreading through his chest. “You’re so overprotective,” he murmured, though his hand instinctively clutched Jungkook’s wrist, holding him near.

“Maybe,” Jungkook admitted, smirking, “but you like it.”

Jimin laughed softly, shaking his head, but the baby gave a sudden little kick against his hand, making him wince with pain. “Hey...are you doing a dance routine in there?”

Jungkook’s hand immediately moved to rest over Jimin’s, pressing gently against the bump. “Our pup’s active today,” he murmured, brushing his lips over Jimin’s temple again. “Looks like someone’s excited to see the doctor too.”

By the time they reached the clinic, the warmth of the afternoon and the closeness of their small, protective bubble made Jimin feel calm, safe, and cherished. Seven months along, yet moving through the world with his alpha at his side, he realized just how much he loved the simple, everyday moments that felt so full of family.

As they walked into the exam room, Jin glanced up from the chart as Jimin settled onto the exam table, Jungkook hovering close like a shadow. “Well,” Jin said with a small smile, “our patient looks bright today.” He adjusted his glasses, scanning Jimin from head to toe. “You haven’t gained more than maybe five pounds since your last visit, but...” he motioned toward Jimin’s middle, “that belly of yours finally seems to have popped overnight. That’s a good sign. Means our little omega pup is finally growing into himself.”

Jimin flushed at the words, his hands automatically smoothing over his rounded bump. Jungkook puffed up beside him, dark eyes gleaming with pride, his chest swelling as though Jin had just handed him the highest praise.

“Go ahead and lie back, Jimin,” Jin instructed gently. “Let’s check on the little one.”

Jimin reclined slowly against the paper-lined table, the crinkle loud in the quiet room. Jungkook immediately adjusted the pillow beneath his head, his large hand smoothing over Jimin’s hair as if making sure he was comfortable before Jin even touched him.

“Lift your shirt for me,” Jin said, already snapping on gloves and pulling the ultrasound wand closer. Jimin tugged the fabric up, cheeks coloring faintly when his belly was revealed. Jungkook’s eyes softened, his palm instantly coming to rest against the side of that curve as though to shield it.

“This gel might feel a little cold,” Jin warned.

Jimin hissed softly as the cool liquid spread over his skin, shivering, but Jungkook bent down at once, pressing his mouth to Jimin’s cheek. “You’re okay, baby,” he murmured.

The machine hummed, and soon the familiar blurry shapes flickered across the monitor. Jin’s face softened as he maneuvered the probe. “Ah. There we go. Tiny, but mighty. Heartbeat’s steady, pup’s curled up nice and snug…and growing right on track now.”

Jimin let out a shaky laugh of relief, his fingers tightening around Jungkook’s hand.

“Already stubborn too,” Jin added with a chuckle as the pup shifted away from the wand, making the image blur. “Definitely takes after their appa.”

Jungkook puffed up instantly, chin tilted, though his gaze never left the monitor. “Good. They’ll need to be strong.” His thumb stroked over Jimin’s knuckles. 

Jin glanced between them with a small smile but kept narrating for Jimin’s comfort. “They’re measuring a bit small still, but nothing to worry about. Considering he is a male omega and how little weight you’ve put on overall, this is excellent progress. Looks like your pup just decided to hit a growth spurt later than most.”

Jimin sniffled, laughing breathlessly, his free hand caressing the curve of his stomach. “A late bloomer,” he whispered.

“He's not a late bloomer, he just doesn't like being rushed,” Jungkook teased softly, kissing his temple.

Jin set the wand down and pulled off his gloves. “And one more thing,” he added, tone confident. “From what I’m seeing, there’s no reason you shouldn’t have a smooth, natural delivery this time. No need for a C-section. Your body’s handling this pregnancy well.”

Jimin’s lips parted in surprise, eyes going glassy with relief. “Really?” he whispered.

Jin nodded firmly. “Really. I expect you’ll do beautifully when the time comes.”

Jungkook bent down and kissed his temple, whispering against his skin, “Told you they’re perfect.” His other hand rested possessively on Jimin’s belly, pride swelling in his chest.

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The office was cloaked in shadows, the only light coming from a crystal decanter of amber liquor glowing under the desk lamp. The walls were lined with heavy bookshelves, each shelf a mix of law books, ledgers, and weapons tucked behind false panels. Alexei sat behind his desk like a king on a throne, one hand lazily rolling his glass while the other tapped a deliberate rhythm against the polished wood, echoing in the stillness. Across from him, Soobin sat straight-backed in his chair, trying not to betray the way his pulse raced.

Alexei’s eyes glimmered with sharp malice as he leaned forward, smoke curling from his cigar like serpents in the dim light. “You’ve heard of Jeon Jungkook’s… domestic bliss, yes? Another pup on the way. His little omega glowing, safe in the nest. All very sweet. Almost makes me sick.”

Soobin’s jaw tightened, lips curling into a bitter smirk. “I’ve heard. He plays family man now. How noble.”

Alexei leaned closer, voice dropping to a silken hiss that carried menace in every syllable. “I want to shatter that. Not today. Not tomorrow. No. We wait. We wait until after the brat is born. Let him hold that pup in his arms. Let him think he’s untouchable. Then we take it away.”

He swirled his drink and let the silence stretch, punctuated only by the faint tick of a clock in the corner, before continuing. “I want his omega in the car. I want both pups in the car. And when that omega drives that car a little ways down the road…” He snapped his fingers, sharp and cruel. “Boom. Gone.”

Soobin’s eyes darkened, shadowed with something dangerously like satisfaction. “A bomb,” he murmured, his lips curling into a predatory grin. “Fitting.” He tilted his head, letting the weight of his words hang. “And you want me to be the one who places it?”

“Of course,” Alexei said smoothly, his smile cold as ice. “Who else could get that close? You know your way around his home.”

Soobin let out a bitter laugh, the sound like dry leaves cracking underfoot. “Funny thing during our arrangement… Jungkook never once brought me to his home. Always came to my condo instead.” He leaned back in his chair, brushing his blonde hair away from his face with one hand, exuding a calm control that masked the storm building beneath. “But don’t worry. I’ll find my way around. If anyone catches me where I shouldn’t be, I can always play dumb. Pretend I got lost.”

Alexei’s mouth curved into a predator’s smile. He reached across the desk, sliding a thick envelope stuffed with crisp bills toward Soobin. “Consider this an advance. There will be more when the job is done. You’ll approach him under the pretense of family business. Sit in front of Jungkook...never the omega, he’ll smell something off immediately. Smile, charm him. Then, when you leave, slip through the kitchen door. The Lexus LX should be in the garage.”

Soobin took the envelope, the weight of it in his hand heavier than money alone. He could already imagine Jungkook’s face...the fury, the helplessness, the disbelief. “You want him on his knees,” he said softly, his voice carrying the thrill of vengeance.

“No,” Alexei corrected, his tone like smooth poison. “I want him broken and weak. Once he’s at his lowest, I’m going in with my men, guns blazing, to take his empire. You’ll help me with that.”

Soobin’s grin widened, sharp and cold. Revenge had never tasted so sweet. “Gladly. Let him have his pups, his perfect omega, his little family. It’ll make the explosion all the sweeter.”

Alexei raised his glass in a mock toast, eyes glittering with cruel satisfaction. “To the end of the great Jeon Jungkook.”

Soobin clinked his glass against the edge of the desk, the sound hollow, metallic, like a death knell reverberating through the room. He leaned back, savoring the thought of the alpha’s world unraveling at his hands. He had been waiting for this moment for years, and now it was finally within reach.

Even as the room hummed with quiet menace, both men knew the plan’s elegance: subtle, personal, utterly devastating. Jungkook would never see it coming.

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TWO MONTHS LATER 

The office was dimly lit, the fading sunlight slanting through the tall windows, painting the walls in stripes of gold and shadow. Ledgers, surveillance reports, and tablet screens were spread across Jungkook’s massive mahogany desk, each one a piece of the empire he had built. Two months had passed, and now Jimin was due to deliver their omega pup any day. Yet even amidst the routine business, Jungkook’s mind kept drifting to the nest...Jimin nestled among pillows, the soft warmth of his presence, the tiny life soon to join them.

Hoseok leaned back in his chair across from him, fingers drumming a lazy rhythm against his knee. “You’ve been quiet,” he said, eyes narrowing. “More focused than usual. Something on your mind?”

Jungkook didn’t take his eyes from the screens. “Doesn’t it strike you as…strange?” His voice was low, measured, but the tension underneath was sharp. “Alexei hasn’t tried touching any of my businesses in two months. Not since that night Yoongi and I went out to inspect the reinforced security upgrades. Not a single shipment, no fronts, nothing.”

Hoseok’s brow lifted, curiosity and concern mingling. “Our surveillance is tight, right? Cameras, patrols, every angle? My plan is still working?"

“Works perfectly,” Jungkook said, tapping his fingers against the polished surface of the desk in a quiet rhythm. “Cameras, patrols, every contact, every movement. Alexei hasn’t been near a single one of my operations since that night. Not at the mansion, not at the warehouse, not anywhere.” His jaw tightened, eyes flashing with sharp calculation. “And that…worries me.”

Hoseok leaned forward slightly, reading the alpha’s unease. “So he’s waiting for something?”

Jungkook’s gaze sharpened, locking onto Hoseok’s. “Exactly. He’s patient, smart. He knows that hitting me directly doesn’t scare me. But my family…” His voice dropped, roughened with a quiet edge. “That’s where he could really hurt me.”

There was a pause, almost like the room itself was holding its breath. Jungkook’s fingers drummed the edge of the desk, a subtle manifestation of the tension coiled within him. Then, his voice softened just enough, revealing the depth of his foresight. “I called Namjoon earlier. He’s on board. He and his lieutenants are going to increase security around the mansion themselves. Patrols, cameras, every point of entry, every route in and out. Nothing gets past us.”

Hoseok’s expression darkened, concern sharpening his features. “Extra guards, new rotations, the works?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed. “Exactly. And we’ll go over the mansion ourselves, make adjustments where needed. Taehyung has done a great job, but I want no gaps. Not now, not ever. Jimin’s about to give birth, the pup is tiny…I won’t risk it.”

Hoseok let out a low hum, his respect and worry evident. “Alexei’s smart…but he’s never faced you personally before. Never this close. He won’t get the drop on us.”

Jungkook allowed a brief nod, but his chest tightened nonetheless. The calm of the office, the distant hum of the city below, the orderly rhythm of Syndicate operations...it all felt fragile. Too quiet, too perfect. Every instinct in him screamed that the storm was coming.

He rose from his chair, pacing slowly, every movement precise. “We check every camera feed, every rotation, every patrol schedule. Any anomaly, any unusual contact...immediate report. Nothing leaves this floor without my approval. And Hoseok…” His gaze softened just slightly, a flicker of warmth in the cold, calculating alpha mask. “Keep me updated on every detail at the mansion. I want eyes on every corner. Every shadow. Every exit.”

Hoseok nodded, silently acknowledging the weight of command, the tension between strategy and instinct.

Jungkook returned to his desk, leaning over the reports once more. His mind flicked briefly to the nest, to Jimin resting upstairs, to the tiny life soon to fill the house with sound and warmth. His chest tightened with an unfamiliar vulnerability, quickly replaced by the unyielding steel of an alpha and don.

The storm was coming. He could feel it in the quiet hum of the Syndicate, in the invisible threads of the city outside, in the stillness that clung too tightly to his empire. And when it came, he would be ready. Always ready.

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The hallway was quiet as Jungkook made his way up to their room, the faint hum of the city outside barely seeping through the windows. Pushing open the door, he paused, noticing the nest was empty. But then, from somewhere nearby, he heard it...tiny, muffled giggles. Jaehyun.

Dropping his shoes at the door, Jungkook unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, tossing it into the laundry basket. He moved toward the sound, leaning against the bathroom doorway, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

Inside, Jimin was at the counter, going through his nightly skincare routine. The soft light from the bathroom lamp caught on the curve of his belly beneath the oversized white t-shirt that belonged to Jungkook. His black cotton sleep shorts hung loosely, casual and comfortable, emphasizing the gentle roundness of his stomach.

Jaehyun’s small head was buried completely under Jimin’s shirt, his little voice animated and earnest. “And then I got the big red truck, and it can go super fast, pup! And we can race the blue one too, okay?”

Jimin glanced at Jungkook in the mirror and smiled, a soft warmth in his eyes. “Hey, baby,” he said, voice gentle.

Jungkook’s chest tightened at the sight. “I missed you, baby,” he murmured, stepping closer. Then, noticing the little scene in front of him, he chuckled. “Son…what are you doing?”

Jaehyun popped his head out just enough to grin up at him. “I’m talking to my brother, Appa! I have to lean close so he can hear me. I’m telling him about all the best toys!” Then, with a small giggle, he dove back under Jimin’s shirt, continuing his animated monologue.

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head, ruffling Jaehyun’s hair when he emerged briefly. He stepped up to Jimin, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, then nipping them lightly. His eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at Jimin’s rounded belly. “Can Appa say hello to the pup too?”

Jaehyun’s voice came muffled from under the shirt. “Not yet, Appa! I’m just now getting to the good toys!”

Jimin laughed, tugging his little boy out gently. Bending down, he pressed a soft kiss to Jaehyun’s lips. “Time for bed, little one. We can talk to the pup tomorrow.”

Jaehyun pouted but nodded. “Okay,” he murmured, running off to his room and crawling into his toddler bed, already pulling the blanket up around him.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin, holding him close. One hand rested protectively on his stomach, rubbing slow, gentle circles over the small bump. “Any cramps? Anything uncomfortable?” he asked quietly.

Jimin shook his head, tilting his chin up to meet Jungkook’s gaze. “No, alpha. I still feel fine,” he replied softly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of Jimin’s head, his thumb tracing lazy circles over his belly. “Good,” he murmured, voice low, full of protective warmth. “We’re almost there, baby. Not long now.”

Jimin hummed softly, pressing a gentle peck to his lips before turning back to finish his nightly skincare routine.

Jungkook walked over to the shower, turning it on and waited for the temperature to adjust. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor.

Jimin glanced at him in the mirror, eyes wide and dilated with desire, and Jungkook caught the look. A slow smirk curved his lips as he dropped his underwear and grabbed his big cock, giving it a teasing tug. “Is there something you need from me, baby?” His voice was low, husky.

The scent of Jimin’s honey-sweet arousal reached him, and he growled softly.

Jimin whimpered, a shiver running through him. “It depends…how fast can you be?”

Without breaking eye contact, Jungkook stepped closer, pressing his hips flush against Jimin’s. He whispered in his ear, hot and possessive, “As fast as you need me to be.”

Jimin let out a soft whimper and turned, capturing Jungkook’s mouth with his own in an urgent, hungry kiss. Their mouths moved together with teeth, lips, tongue, and saliva, both of them lost in the heat of the moment.

After a few heated seconds, Jimin pulled back slightly, breathing fast. “Wait…let me check on Jaehyun real quick.”

Jungkook’s smirk widened. He reached back and gave Jimin’s ass a firm, affectionate smack. “Go on,” he murmured, eyes darkening with desire. “I’ll be right here when you get back, baby.”

Jimin blushed, a little breathless, but smiled. “Don’t worry, alpha,” he said softly, then padded toward Jaehyun’s room, glancing over his shoulder with a teasing look that made Jungkook growl quietly in anticipation.

Jimin padded quietly down the hall to Jaehyun’s room, careful not to wake him too abruptly. The little boy was tucked snugly under his blanket, eyes fluttering as he half-smiled in his sleep. Jimin crouched beside the bed, brushing a soft hand through Jaehyun’s hair.

“Hey, little pup,” he whispered, voice warm. “Time for bed. Daddy and I are just finishing up our night, but we’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

Jaehyun yawned, snuggling deeper into the blankets. “Okay, Eomma,” he mumbled, his tiny hands curling around the edge of his comforter.

Jimin smiled, kissing the top of his son’s head before standing and heading back toward the bedroom. His heart felt full seeing Jaehyun so peaceful, and anticipation for his own alpha waiting for him made his pulse quicken.

As soon as he stepped back into their room, Jungkook’s eyes were dark and hungry, watching him from the doorway of the shower. The alpha’s cock was still hard, and the sight made Jimin flush with a mix of shyness and desire.

Jungkook smirked, stepping closer. “Missed me, baby?” Jungkook murmured, stepping closer, voice low and possessive. His hands slid over Jimin’s hips, thumbs brushing slow, tantalizing circles over the swell of his belly.

Jimin shivered, heat pooling between his thighs. “Yeah… a little,” he whispered. “Jaehyun is asleep.”

“Good boy,” Jungkook growled, lips brushing the side of Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing lightly. “I want my omega all to myself.”

Jimin tilted his head back, whimpering as Jungkook’s hands roamed. He tugged at Jimin’s oversized t-shirt, lifting it over his head and tossing it aside. His soft cotton shorts were all that remained, but Jungkook yanked those down too, leaving Jimin fully exposed.

“Alpha…” Jimin gasped, pressing into him.

Jungkook slowly walked him backwards towards the vanity and turned Jimin around to face the huge mirror. Jimin's gasped as he saw them in the mirror. The alpha placed one big hand on the center of his back and bent him over.

Jungkook smirked, lowering his mouth to the sensitive skin of Jimin’s inner neck, teasing with slow licks and light nips. His fingers slid between Jimin’s slick cheeks, stroking the tight wet hole, teasing, probing, eliciting gasps and whines.

“Please…fuck me…need you,” Jimin begged, hips arching.

“Mm,” Jungkook hummed, voice dark. “So ready…so wet for me.” He pressed a finger inside, curling expertly, finding that spot that makes Jimin cry out. After sliding it in and out, stretching him open, Jungkook then slowly slid a second finger inside. “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?”

“Yes…only you, Alpha!” Jimin moaned, gripping Jungkook’s shoulders.

Jungkook stood, pressing his hard cock against Jimin’s dripping wet hole. “You’ve got me so hard, baby…all this cock is for you.” With one long, possessive thrust, he pushed inside, hips flush, filling him completely.

“Ahhh! Alpha!” Jimin cried, reaching behind and wrapping one arm around Jungkook’s neck.

“Fuck, baby…you're so tight...squeezing my cock in half...”, Jungkook growled, thrusting slowly, then harder, hands cupping Jimin’s belly, thumb brushing soothing circles over the small bump as he drove into him. Teeth nipped along shoulders and collarbone, marking, claiming. He then slid two hands up to Jimin's small breasts that were full of milk for their pup and squeezed...tugging gently at the engorged nipples.

“Harder…please…Alpha!” Jimin whimpered, chest heaving, body trembling with need.

“Such a good omega…so wet, so ready,” Jungkook growled, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through them both. Jimin’s cries grew higher, breathless, and with a shuddering gasp, he came, quivering around Jungkook.

Jungkook groaned as his knot popped, locking him deep inside. The alpha's hot cum released inside him, the alpha fell forward and caught himself with one arm against the vanity, caging Jimin in, riding out his own climax. He collapsed gently against Jimin’s back, lips brushing kisses across his temple and shoulder.

“Mine…always,” he murmured, voice rough and possessive. “You and the pups…all mine.”

Jimin pressed into him, shivering but smiling. “Always…alpha,” he whispered, wrapping his arm around Jungkook's neck as the warmth and intimacy of the moment settled over them.

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Jungkook stood in the shower with Jimin pressed against him, warm water cascading over their flushed, slick bodies. He guided him gently, washing away the remnants of their passion with careful hands, every touch lingering, possessive, and tender. Jimin shivered under his touch, leaning into the alpha, breathing unevenly, feeling safe and utterly adored.

“You okay, baby?” Jungkook murmured, brushing wet strands of hair from Jimin’s face and pressing soft kisses to his lips.

“Mm…yeah, Alpha,” Jimin murmured, nuzzling against him. “I’m fine.”

Once they were clean, Jungkook wrapped Jimin in a large, soft towel, carrying him carefully out of the bathroom. He pressed gentle kisses to Jimin’s forehead and shoulders, humming softly as they made their way up the hall to the nest.

Jungkook laid Jimin down in the nest, keeping him close, their bodies pressed together. One large arm wrapped around Jimin, the other hand resting protectively on his swollen belly as the pup moved around inside.

“You feel that, baby?” Jungkook murmured, rubbing slow, soothing circles over the small bump. “That’s our little omega pup…moving for us.”

Jimin smiled sleepily, pressing a hand over Jungkook’s. “I feel them, Alpha…he's restless tonight.”

“Shh…that’s okay,” Jungkook whispered, brushing his thumb over the baby bump. “He's safe, baby…all safe with us.”

He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Jimin’s temple, then nuzzling into his neck, breathing in his lemon honey scent, his warmth, the faint milky sweetness of his skin. “You’ve been such a wonderful omega…a wonderful Eomma…so beautiful with our pups,” he murmured, voice low and full of reverence. “I’ll keep you safe, always.”

Jimin’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft, contented sigh escaping him. “Thank you, Koo. Being an Eomma is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I know you'll protect us, Alpha,” he whispered. “I feel it…with you here.”

Jungkook continued to rub gentle circles over the bump, whispering soft praises and tiny encouragements to the baby. “You’re so lucky, little pup…you've got the best Eomma in the world…your Appa’s going to protect you always. Just sleep, little one…we’ve got you.”

Jimin nuzzled closer, curling against him, feeling every bit of Jungkook’s strength and possessiveness, letting it lull him into calm. The warmth, the quiet, and the slow, steady touch of his alpha’s hands over his belly filled him with security.

Eventually, the room grew quiet except for their synchronized breathing. Jungkook’s lips rested on Jimin’s head, one arm still wrapped firmly around him, the other hand resting on the belly, feeling tiny, subtle movements. He stayed that way, sentinel-like, until sleep finally claimed him too, dreams filled with his omega, their pup, and the little family they were building together.