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The sheets are smooth, warm against his exposed skin, Jungkook shuddering a little deeper into them with a happy, sleepy sigh. Everything is heavy - his head on the pillow, his body laid pliantly over the sheets. It’s warm. He can’t bother to open his eyes, face the dilation of the sun that he can feel dripping over his skin, so he remains there quietly. Lying peacefully, mouth slightly parted to drink in the rich, intoxicating scent of his mate that is so thick around him.
It’s been a month since they’ve…. Began seeing each other? Dating? Begun the mating process? Courting? And it’s been peaceful. Sure, there had been brimming fears, nights of anxiety as Jungkook had feared that Kim Taehyung would throw him away, dismiss him as simply one of the fading lights of society. And yet time and time again, the Jaguar hybrid had proved him wrong. Had held him in the palm of his hand with the utmost gentleness, a soft kiss to his forehead to calm his frantic thoughts.
He’s content.
Even more, content to fall back asleep at this moment, burrow deeper into the rich covers that line Kim Taehyung’s bed and sleep until the shrill ringing of his alarm, warning him of upcoming work begins-
The scent in the air twists, depeening. His tongue flicks, eyes rolling back into his head behind closed eyelids.
Mate.
There’s a soft hand on his covered waist, reaching on the duvet that is encased around him. Kim Taehyung strokes his side silently, seemingly unaware of his half-consciousness, fingers moving to brush affectionately against his cheek.
“Taehyung? Do you want us to give you a minute to wake him or-”
“No.” The man says curtly, stroking the snake-hybrid's side on last time before rising, his boots clicking away from the bed. “Let him sleep. Have some food delivered for him.”
“Yes.”
Jungkook buries his mouth into the cushion, whining softly under his breath as he listens to Kim Taehyung move away from him, the clip of multiple shoes exiting the room. No- he- mate. His scent is starting to fade, grow stale as the warmth of the hybrid drains and Jungkook’s scales - a now normal occurrence - begin their daily, uncomfortable prickle. A shudder down his spine, the pain of his mate being away from him.
It’s laughable how easily he became attached.
The word “Sir” bubbles easily on his tongue - an old habit from his job, from the time of only considering the mobster as his boss, and it’s one that he knows displeases the man. So he pushes it down, once again testing an uncomfortable word on his tongue (it’s only uncomfortable because how could he, pathetic snake hybrid, be allowed to address a hybrid such as Kim Taehyung in such an improper way?)
“Taehyungie?”
Silence. Anticipation.
“Shit, Taehyung, no, we have to-”
Rapid, heavy footsteps growing closer, the bedroom door slamming open roughly. Jungkook’s eyes slowly slit open - still crusted with sleep, heavy and tired, but brimming with unfiltered delight as he sees his mate in the doorway. Frozen in place, eyes growing a wild amber, drinking in the scent of his mate - sleepy and vulnerable in his bed but awake.
“ Baby.”
“Hyungie ,” Jungkook murmurs faintly, all hesitation from his status underneath the mobster quenched in the man’s presence, the rich warmth of his scent spilling into the room. “ Hyungie.”
Taehyung crosses the room in long strides, drawing to the snake-hybrid's side in an instant. It coaxes a rattling hum from his chest as his mate kneels by the bed, cups his check with revered gentleness, a thumb tracing his bottom lip.
“ Hi, sweetheart. Hi.”
His hand moves from underneath the warmed covers, wrapping around Taehyung’s exposed wrist silently, nosing forward a little to bump their noses together. Taehyung is more than happy to coax him into a sweet kiss, tipping his head so Jungkook is comfortable, tongue pressing at the seam of his lips automatically.
Naturally. As if they’ve done this dance a million times. He moans softly into his mate’s mouth, fingers tightening on his wrist as he shuffles a little closer, pushes up from the bed just a little more so he can help deepen the kiss, sucking firmly on the Jaguar’s bottom lip and-
“Taehyung.”
Their lips pop apart, Taehyung’s eyes a dangerous, glowing amber as he looks over his shoulder, top lip drawn back into a snarl. Yoongi barely falters in the doorway, eyes understanding.
“We have to go.”
Jungkook’s fingers tighten again, chest tight as he whines softly under his breath. Taehyung is whipping back around within a second, warm and comforting as he nuzzles their noses together, kissing at the snake’s top lip.
“I’ll see you at work in an hour, okay?”
He’s not happy about it, not at all. Kim Taehyung’s scent will grow stale and cold within minutes, the scent on his pillows only warmed by Jungkook’s own body. He could whine, whimper because he knows his mate will stay but…. No.
“Mhm,” He murmurs, eyes closing as Kim Taehyung pecks the corner of his mouth, hands lingering for a moment before he stands. His head flops back onto the pillow heavily, chest settling as he presses his nose into the plush, breathes in deeply.
The man pauses in the doorway, and looks back with those eyes that have burnt themselves raw onto Jungkook’s heart.
Then, he’s gone.
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Jungkook smiles tensely as the customer scoops the drink from the counter, disappearing back into the crowd without even a thank you. He stifles a sigh, placing down the bottle back down onto the counter, palm resting firmly against the wooden surface. Lia is off doing her normal dance of service - sliding drinks out to paying customers as if she’s dancing a waltz. It’s been a bit of a quiet night. Maybe one deserved, allowing Jungkook to silently fold through his thoughts, and allow himself to fully grasp onto reality. The reality that is heavily becoming normalized in his once boring life - the pounding yet contentment of his heart, just how easy the fall had been into Kim Taehyung’s arms.
His mind has been so much quieter since he’d given in, turned a blind eye to bloodied hands, and simply buried his face into the neck of his mate.
But the thoughts still linger. The buried guilt of his situation, of his eagerness to accept Taehyung above everything else. His morals, his position in society, just the raw ease in which he’d allowed himself to be scooped into a murderers', a gang leader's arms, and how dare he be content there-
Tap. The sound of fingers against the bar counter, quiet enough to not be rude, but loud enough to demand Jungkook’s attention. He spins around, mind a little fuzzy but plasters a smile on his face nonetheless, ready to work.
“Hi, what can I get for-” His voice cuts out, words swallowed by his tightening throat as his eyes widen. It isn't a customer, awaiting impatient for their drink, no. It’s a familiar, soothing face, dark curled hair with flickering ears, and eyes that swallow him down whole.
“ Sir,” Jungkook breathes, drifting over instantly, hands unconsciously clenching and unclenching from where they have found a place on the counter - reaching for his mate - “What can I get for you?”
His heart stutters a little as Kim Taehyung’s eyebrows knit together - clearly displeased at Jungkook’s polite words, formal greeting.
“You, sweetheart. I’m here for you.”
“ Oh,” he breathes, cheeks flushing delightedly, heart pounding wildly. The corner of Kim Taehyung’s lip quirks up a little, hand moving slowly to find home on the side of Jungkook’s throat. Jungkook’s eyelids flutter, joints melting as his mate’s palm rests heavily on his scent gland. Claiming.
“I bought something for you.”
“Hmm?” He mumbles, mind fuzzy, hands unconsciously knitting into the folds of Taehyung’s blazer from over the counter.
“I’ve got a gift for you, sweetheart.”
Jungkook’s mind clears a little as his mate removes his palm from his throat, drawing a soft whine from him. Taehyung chuckles lowly, hands moving to produce something from his suit pocket. It’s a pristine, velvet jewellery box, expensive and branded. He places it on the counter gently, dark eyes boring into Jungkook’s soul.
“Open it, baby.”
He can’t. His fingers are trembling in mid-air, eyes flickering from Taehyung’s dark gaze, to the box in front of him. The gang leader doesn’t press him, leaning lazily on the counter, chin propped on one palm. Jungkook swallows, biting the inside of his cheeks as he slowly, slowly presses the box open. It springs open smoothly, revealing the plush inside - the grand inscription on the lid and resting on the plush cushion sits-
“For you.” Kim Taehyung murmurs, “Something pretty for my mate.”
His eyes are as wide as dinner plates, fingertips gently tracing over the jeweled object. It’s expensive, too expensive, he can’t accept this, he can’t-
“Let me put them on you,” His mate purrs, pulling him a little closer with soft fingers and tipping his head to one side. Jungkook is powerless, silent and frozen as he feels the hot brush of Kim Taehyung’s breath on his neck, gentle fingers securing the expensive piece on his body. Those fingers are searing at his chin, the man observing him with dark eyes, chin tipping a little as he stares intently.
“You’re gorgeous, darling. They would be nothing without you.”
His breath stutters, body turning toward the bottles behind him, his reflection staring back at him and-
The earrings glisten. They’re a stunning blue, glowing against his skin, contrasting beautifully with the red blush over his cheeks. He can’t help but stare, stare with warmth in his chest because he looks pretty, so, so pretty and-
“They’re- they’re so expensive, hyung, I can’t-”
“But do you like them?”
“I-” He stumbles over his words, turning his head a little to admire how they twinkle in the light, “Yes, hyung, but-”
“Then nothing,” Taehyung soothes with a dark smile, head tipping to one side pleasantly as he observes Jungkook’s happiness, “They’re yours.”
“I-” his eyes are stupidly burning, throat tightening, “I- hyung-”
“Beautiful,” His mate croons, drawing him closer with knowing fingers, leaning over the counter to brush his nose over his cheeks, “You’re gorgeous.”
Jungkook whines. A needy, quiet whine as he presses their lips together, utterly melts onto the counter in front of him as Kim Taehyung kisses him lovingly. He would turn into a puddle, absolutely melted and stunned if the man hadn’t pulled away, and pinched his neck softly.
“I have to go, sweetheart. I’ll be waiting for you to finish.”
“I- okay,” Jungkook squeaks as he watches the man smile at him knowingly, stepping away from the counter in long, calculated strides. He disappears through the curtain smoothly, leaving the snake hybrid blushing behind the counter - legs pressed together, mouth tightened to stop his smile.
“Jungkook, can you- oh.” Lia’s voice stops abruptly behind him and Jungkook spins, blushing to deepen to something embarrassed as he hurriedly grabs a bottle for her, and ushers the two of them back to the counter.
“He’s courting you,” Lia breathes in delight, eyes wide as she drinks in the earrings, “Jungkook, he’s-”
“I know,” he hisses in response, scooping up a clean glass, “Just- don’t- mmmm.” His voice cuts out in an embarrassing squeak, cheeks reddening as he remembers how gently Kim Taehyung had put the earrings on, the heat of his breath on his cheek and-
“I never thought I would see the Kim Taehyung courting someone.” Lia muses playfully, sliding a drink out to a customer, “Wow, just wow, Jungkook you must be so special!”
He bites his bottom lip, a pleased flush spreading to his ears. “I- I know who he is, I do, but he’s a kind man, he’s kind to me, Lia, and I-”
“You’re smitten,” She finishes with a wide smile, taking the cup from his hands, “Oh, look at you!”
Jungkook’s blush turns to something bright red and burning as his coworker laughs.
- ---
His knuckles ring out loudly on the wood as Jungkook balances the tray on one palm, waiting anxiously to see if there’s any complaint, any resistance. None come from the infamous room and he pushes the door open quietly with his hip, the single drink on the tray bobbing calmly.
The door clicks closed behind him as he pushes forward, heart pounding excitedly as the musky scent of the Jaguar hybrid fills his nose. The room absolutely reeks of his mate, enough that it’s almost suffocating - sends him almost stumbling as he slides through the thin curtain. Jungkook drops his head in a polite bow, not daring to survey the couches. It’s a mistake to do so, to put himself in a potentially uncomfortable eye contact situation, but the air tastes alone, as if-
“Raise your head, baby.”
His head snaps up uncomfortably fast, dilated eyes flicking to the… empty. Empty couches. His head turns sharply, locking onto the sole person sitting on the couch - darkened eyes already staring back with fondness, tail flitting against the couch softly.
“It’s just you, si- hyung.”
“Hmm.” Taehyung hums, watching him with lidden eyes as he lowers himself to the floor, place the drink on the table carefully, “The others are off doing their little.. Chores.”
“Chores.” Jungkook echoes, sitting comfortably back on his hunches, tray sitting on the floor next to him. Kim Taehyung hums again, looking down at him through carefully crafted eyes. He shifts a little, uneasy anticipation prickling down his spine, looking up to meet the dark gaze.
Kim Taehyung’s hand moves a little from its comfortable position on his knee, a single finger crooking. Beckoning.
Jungkook’s heart misses a beat, stomach churns excitedly. He shuffles over slowly, trousers dragging against the velvety floor. His mate's legs part a little, allowing him to slot in between them, kneeling prettily.
“Hi.” Taehyung smiles at him fondly, a hand moving to brush a lock of hair behind his ear. Jungkook smiles back at him shyly, a hand coming up to rest on his leg just above the knee. A grounding force as overwhelming waves of his mate's warm scent roll over him.
“Has anyone given you a hard time tonight?”
“No one, hyung,” Jungkook confirms, his body beginning its normal melt, joints turning to jelly, and eyelids heavy as Taehyung’s chest rumbles with a purr. “T’has been a slow night tonight.”
“I’m glad, baby,” The man murmurs, a hand softly knitting into Jungkook’s hair, rubbing at his scalp, “Glad you’re safe here.” His eyes roll a little as Taehyung’s fingers hit a certain spot - a clump of pesky scales hidden underneath layers of hair and his tongue flicks happily, cheek pressing into the jaguar’s leg.
Jungkook’s eyes open as his hair is continued to be caressed. There’s a heavy haze settling over his eyes, over his mind, settling so deep into his bones that his entire being is made of it. Through heavy eyes, he can see the sharp black of the Jaguar’s pants. It smells so much stronger down here, his scent, so much stronger in between the man’s legs, his hands stroking through his hair.
He wants.
A whine rips from his mouth and he’s moving against his will - shifting, pressing forward quickly, hands digging into Taehyung’s thighs. Here, Jungkook can nose up against his trousers easily, nuzzle up against what he wants.
Taehyung lets out a little grunt, hands tightening in Jungkook’s hair as he watches out of heavy eyes, scent thickening as he watches his Snake nose at the crotch of his trousers.
“ Hyungie,” Jungkook whines, body pliant and mind desperate, “Hyungie, please-”
His mind is a minefield of safe, of comfort yet of desperate, burning want. It appears that his mate is thinking the same thing - not only from the fluctuations in his scent, quickly growing lustful, but the way his cock is chubbing up underneath Jungkook’s nosing. His tongue flickers excitedly, nosing at it a little harder, inhaling deeply. He smells so good, so thick and rich right here and-
“You want it?” The words are a raspy purr, the man stroking his exposed cheek affectionately, “My baby wants?”
“Please, Hyungie-” Jungkook begs, slitted tongue slowly lapping at his trousers, excitement stirring in his stomach as he feels Taehyung’s cock jumps a little, pleased at the attention.
“Yeah?” Taehyung whispers, eyes dilating a glowing amber as he strokes through Jungkook’s hair with tight fingers, “If my baby wants, then that’s what I shall give. Come here.” He hoists Jungkook into his lap easily, settling comfortably on his thighs. Jungkook wastes no time in pressing their mouths together, moaning lowly as he feels Taehyung’s tongue against his lips, jaguar teeth sharp as he tries to swallow the snake down whole. Their hips are rocking together, Jungkook whining unconsciously as he presses their clothed cocks together, rutting firmly.
“Shh,” His mate hushes, undoing his belt with skilled fingers, warm skin pressing against Jungkook’s trembling stomach. Everything is a haze, heavy and hot, Taehyung’s tongue in his mouth, his hand, his hand-
Jungkook moans. Loud and startling clear as his mate strokes his cock gently, fingers smoothing over the head. “Yeah?” Taehyung whispers into his mouth, lips pulling into an annoying smirk, “That feel good, baby?”
“Ngh, hyung- acK-” He squeals as he’s suddenly pushed to the side, back meeting plush couch. Jungkook tries to push himself up onto his elbow, gauge their new position, but he doesn’t get time to - not when he feels his pants shoved down firmly, hips pressed up a little and it’s so quick, he can’t even move-
His eyes roll back. His hips buck up helplessly as he whines, whines, whimpers as Taehyung sucks gently at his cock, nose brushing against trimmed hair.
“Ah, hyungie, mMMM-”
It’s useless. His eyes are rolling back, body twitching as Taehyung’s hand burns, positioned gently on his hip, holding him down. It’s all too much, pleasure sparking up his spine, the thick scent and comfort of his mate holding him such a welcomed sensation, and, and he can’t breathe, it’s- it’s-
All it takes is Taehyung’s tongue rubbing gently on the underside of his cock, one more firm suck, and Jungkook’s leg is kicking out as his body twitches through an orgasm, moaning turning to high-pitched whimpers. The world fades for a moment, black in his vision, tiredness in his bones as he lies, absolutely boneless on the couch, chest heaving. Faintly, through his worn hearing, he’s sure he hears a door open, only to slam shut a moment later. He ignores it though, as soft hands are stroking his hip, his cheek, Kim Taehyung kissing him tenderly.
“Good, sweetheart?”
“Mhm,” He murmurs shakily, trembling as his trousers are eased back over his hips, as Taehyung chuckles lowly and kisses his forehead. “Hyung, but, you-”
“Shh,” His mate hushes, collecting him into his arms and cuddling him close. His chest is rumbling with purrs and Jungkook presses his cheek to them, feeling the stuttering of his lover's heart. “This was about you, my sweet.”
He closes his eyes.
----
“Must you go?” Jungkook murmurs, peering over Taehyung’s shoulder nervously as the man’s grip on his waist tightens. There are people mulling behind him, carrying dark boxes and disappearing seamlessly from sight.
“I’m sorry, my darling,” Taehyung croons, pressing one of many kisses to his forehead, “I must.”
A whine bubbles in his throat and he presses himself up under the jaguar’s chin, nosing against his scent gland. It’s not red, not irritated at all, quite the opposite - smooth and happy, tender with scent and contentment. So is Jungkook’s. His scale ointment was thrown in the bin, replaced only by the slow lap of Taehyung’s tongue on his body, the smooth caresses of loving fingers.
It’s still new. They’re still new. Not yet fully mated, but they’re moving there steadily, absolutely smitten for one another. It’s a bit difficult sometimes - Jungkook will lie awake late at night, pondering if he’s making the right decision. But his mate has never raised a hand to him, has never even given the indication that he will. Even when Jungkook had accidentally broke his favourite gun, split drinks on the man’s lap it was all met by nothing. A sweet smile, gentle stroke of his hair (and the dropped jaw from onlookers, including Kim Taehyung’s right-hand men as Jungkook wasn’t body slammed into the floor).
It’s a little difficult, Kim Taehyung is a little bloody, a little red, but he would never, never dare to touch Jungkook with soiled hands. They’re working. They’re making it work.
“I’ll see you later, hmm?” Taehyung asks softly, tipping his chin up so he can kiss Jungkook. Kiss him sweetly. Nicely. A tender kiss that leaves Jungkook’s eyes glazed, mouth numb as his mate steps away. He watches him leave with a fluttering heart, catching the curve of the man’s lip as he looks back, waves softly.
He would love to stand here, watching the door through which Taehyung will eventually reappear all night - hopelessly lovesick, but alas. The bar downstairs isn’t going to make its own drinks.
The red curtain is silk as he pushes through it, the blinding lights of the flashing dancefloor blinding Jungkook. He doesn’t let it phase him too much, simply allowing his eyes to dilate a little before he trots off to the bar, slides behind it where Lia is already busy at work.
It’s routine, automatic, and before Jungkook knows it, hours have passed. His hands and feet are sore, back is a little crooked as he passes an expensive bottle to his coworker, and turns around with a charming smile to greet the newest customer. This one is a woman, clearly, a bit tipsy, and her sense of humour is utterly delicious. Jungkook finds himself giggling as he pours her drink, handing it to her with a cheerful expression, swallowing back his laughter. His eyes drift over her shoulder as she thanks him, his smile widening and-
His smile freezes. Every part of his face locked in place, eyes blurring over. Everything in his chest drops to his feet, his chest hitching as his eyes burn with tears. The woman is talking to him again, asking if everything is okay but...
Standing by the side of the dance floor, clad in shadows is a familiar person. Dark coat, tall, a hat pulled low over his eyes. His body is directly positioned toward the bar, right at Jungkook’s location, boring into his soul.
Utter dread. Fear is a vivid, boiling emotion as Jungkook stumbles back from the countertop. He isn’t sure where this fear is coming from but everything in his body is screaming - Get to mate, get to Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung-
The woman drops to the floor, yet not before Jungkook sees the red hole that is now carved through her forehead. The music is buzzing, loud, and booming, almost hiding the sharp sound of gunshots - but it’s not enough to hide the piercing screams of fear.
He stumbles from the counter, trying desperately to run from behind the bar. If he can get through the curtain, up into the VIP area, he’ll have a chance. Prey running from predator, victim fleeing from their murderer. His feet screech to a halt though as his eyes catch up with his body - to the bloodied guards of the staircase, red pooling around their bodies, limbs snapped. Jungkook stumbles backward with a gagging sound, hand over his mouth as he spins to run, to run but-
The window on the staff door shatters, ringing loud in his ears and his knees buckle. They hit the floor painfully, Jungkook whimpering as he slams his palms over his ears. And even though he’s desperately, desperately trying to muffle the loud noises around him - it doesn’t muffle the slow, mocking footsteps that trek toward him. Nor his own screams in his ears as his head is yanked up roughly, metal pressing against his forehead.
“Didn’t think you’d grow to become his weakness this fast,” The man says coldly, gloved fingers tight on the gun, voice emotionless, “Thought Kim Taehyung was better than that.”
Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung!
“I- please-” Jungkook tries, but cuts himself off with a breathy, teary whimper as the man shoves the gun roughly into his forehead, bruising against his skin.
“Shut it.”
It’s all caught up to them.
His mind utterly glazes, the room spinning away from him. It’s just Jungkook, alone and in the dark. Where is his mate? Where is Taehyung? Why hasn’t he been saved yet? His attacker is saying something, but his mind is utter mush, hearing failing him. His fingertips are buzzing, bile potent against his tongue.
A weakness? Jungkook thinks numbly, gunpowder stinging his nose as he stares blankly at the dead guards. His eyes zoom in and out of the bloody puddles, wondering if it hurt as they died. Over the buzzing, he can hear Lia’s screams behind him as she cowers, alcohol bottles smashed to the floor.
A weakness? To Kim Taehyung? But.. they haven’t been dating that long? And sure, there’s a clear hybrid connection, a mating link already formed there by fate, but their human sides? It’s too soon! Too soon! Jungkook doesn’t want to lose this. He isn’t ready to die. Isn’t ready to let go of Taehyung, to end their time together. They have so much left to do together, he can’t he can’t-
He needs to mate with Kim Taehyung before he dies.
He doesn’t want- to- no-
“Jungkook!” A voice shouts and it’s loud, frightened. Footsteps are cutting through the buzzing, running toward him as Jungkook sinks to the lowest point of his knees, barrel of the gun pressed firmly to his head.
His eyes roll to the side, teary and desperate, his heart jumping to his mouth as he sees him. His vision is blurring, the jaguar hybrid in his suit, gun in hand, face twisted sinking out of view, replaced only by the thundering of Jungkook’s own heart, the throb of the wounds in his knees. He’s- he’s here. He came for Jungkook! The curling, acidic hope in his chest assures him of such.
It’s going to be okay.
Taehyung will save him.
He closes his eyes to it all as a gunshot rings out.
It’s been three years since Jeon Jungkook, lover of the infamous Kim Taehyung was killed. Shot dead, they say, in the very bar that he worked at, his lover just feet away from him. The scream Kim Taehyung had let out that day is said to be hallowing, one only of a beast dying, an agonizing sound of one losing a mate. They say the Jaguar went feral, torturing the murderer to death ten times over, slaughtering everyone in the club.
His screams though were what the papers dwelled on. Dramatic and heartbreaking.
It’s quite false, Jimin thinks as he sips on his drink quietly, Kim Taehyung didn’t just scream, he cried as well, putting a bullet through the man’s brain as Jungkook had sunk to the floor. Collected his lover into his arms and spoke to him softly, soothing him. For Jimin rushing in, seeing the blood on the floor, Taehyung weeping into Jungkook’s hair… it had been heart-stopping. Frozen in time, mouth open with horror, acid in his mouth.
Nobody, nobody has ever meant as much to Taehyung as Jungkook had.
Maybe it was better this way, with Jungkook being dead. It wasn’t pleasant, nor was the clean-up afterward. But it means nobody is searching for him, no visible weakness for Taehyung-
Jimin snorts, looking up with knowing eyes as Taehyung sits nearby, perched on one of those grand couches. They’ve just been served drinks, a client signed and stashed, Taehyung smiling smugly.
And, in his hand, a small black snake curls around his fingers as Taehyung leans to kiss its head.
It hisses happily, coiling up to bump its snout against the Jaguar hybrid’s throat.
Yup.
Jungkook is dead.
Totally.