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Taehyung leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers drumming lightly on the desk, struggling to maintain his composure. The CFO of SOL New York was delivering an elaborate presentation, his voice clear and confident, but Taehyung barely caught a word. His focus was pulled elsewhere—beneath the desk, where Jungkook, the daring omega, was testing every ounce of his patience. He was giving Taehyung’s cock a nice warm. He’s blowing the alpha.
‘’Mr. CEO, is everything all right ? ‘’ the CFO’s voice broke through the haze.
Taehyung stiffened, forcing his gaze to the screen as he cleared his throat. His tone was smooth, unwavering.
‘’Yes, continue. Everything’s fine.’’
But everything was not fine. Taehyung’s jaw clenched as he felt Jungkook’s mouth take him fully into his mouth. The omega’s hands slid up Taehyung’s legs with a featherlight touch, teasing him in ways that made it impossible to concentrate.
Jungkook’s dark eyes glinted with amusement as he glanced up, taking full advantage of his position. Taehyung’s hand dropped under the desk, gripping the omega’s hair in a silent warning. But Jungkook, emboldened by Taehyung’s restrained growl, bringing the alpha’s cock to suck the top with fast movement, completely unfazed.
‘fuck,’’ Taehyung whispered harshly, his voice so low it barely carried. But the plea only fueled Jungkook’s determination.
The omega’s mouth grew more deliberate, and Taehyung felt his pulse quicken, his control slipping with every second. He forced his attention back to the screen, his expression schooled into neutrality. To anyone watching, he appeared calm and collected, the epitome of professionalism. But beneath the surface, a storm raged. And he cum. Jungkook milked him dry and swallowed all the semen.
When the presentation finally concluded, Taehyung exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
‘’Thank you, Mr. John,’’ he said briskly. ‘’ Let’s move forward with the recommendations outlined.’’
As the call ended and the screen went dark, Taehyung leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose. A moment later, Jungkook emerged from under the desk, his cheeks flushed, his lips curved into a playful smirk.
‘’You really couldn’t wait, could you ?’’ Taehyung said, his voice low and rough.
Jungkook shrugged, his grin unrepentant. ‘’ You enjoy my mouth on your cock, though’’
Taehyung reached out, pulling the omega to straddle his lap. His hands gripped Jungkook’s waist, holding him close as he pressed their foreheads together.
‘’You’re trouble,’’ he growled, his tone half-scolding, half-admiring.
‘’And you love it,’’ Jungkook whispered back, his lips brushing against Taehyung’s in a featherlight kiss.
Taehyung captured Jungkook’s mouth in a deeper kiss, pouring all his pent-up frustration and desire into the moment. When they finally pulled apart, their breaths mingling, Taehyung smirked.
‘’Get out of here before I cancel my entire schedule.’’
Jungkook laughed, sliding off Taehyung’s lap and smoothing out his clothes. ‘’I’ll take that as acompliment.’’
As he reached the door, Taehyung called out, his tone softer but no less commanding.
‘’Tonight, my place.’’
‘’ Not sure’’ Jungkook replied with a wink before disappearing into the hallway.
Flashback : How Jungkook ended up giving blowjob
Earlier that afternoon, Jungkook had been seated in the grand office room of Namjoon. He has to present his annual plan with Namjoon. His alpha husband had been unusually attentive, asking Jungkook about his plans for the day.
‘’I was thinking of meeting Jimin and Hoseok for lunch,’’ Jungkook said, keeping his tone casual.
Namjoon raised an eyebrow. ‘’You’ve been spending a lot of time with them lately.’’
Jungkook shrugged, flashing an innocent smile. ‘’They’re my friends. Besides, I haven’t seen them much this week.’’
After a moment of hesitation, Namjoon relented, though he made Jungkook promise to text him once he arrived at the restaurant. Jungkook agreed readily, hiding his relief behind a sweet smile.
Once he left Namjoon’s office, Jungkook quickly went to his own office, now decorate with design he had chosen. He then moved to the bathroom where a new set of cloths was hang there. He then changed into a simple but flattering outfit, opting for something that would catch Taehyung’s attention without drawing too much from anyone else. He sent a quick message to Jimin, asking him to cover for him in case Namjoon checked. Then he headed straight for Taehyung’s office building.
The receptionist greeted Jungkook with a knowing smile, recognizing him immediately.
‘’Mr. Jeon, Mr. Kim is expecting you,’’ she said, directing him to the private elevator.
When Jungkook stepped into Taehyung’s office, he found the alpha leaning casually against his desk, his sleeves rolled up, his dark eyes glinting with anticipation.
‘’You’re supposed to be having lunch,’’ Taehyung teased, his smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
‘’I figured this would be more appetizing,’’ Jungkook shot back, his voice light but his gaze serious.
Taehyung’s expression softened as he reached out, pulling the omega into his arms.
‘’You’re playing a dangerous game,’’ he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
‘ And yet, you never stop me,’’ Jungkook whispered, standing on his toes to press a kiss to Taehyung’s lips.
Their stolen moment quickly escalated, the tension between them too intoxicating to resist. By the time they moved to the desk, both had completely forgotten the time—or the risks involved.
End of Flashback
♧
The hum of the car engine filled the silence as Jungkook drove back to his workplace. The afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the streets, but his mind was clouded with emotions that refused to settle. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as Taehyung’s voice and touch replayed vividly in his mind.
He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror, his cheeks still tinged with the heat of their earlier encounter. The exhilaration and satisfaction warred with a sharp pang of guilt.
He remembered Namjoon’s gentle kiss before he left that morning, the way the alpha had lovingly reminded him to take care of himself.
He trusts me,
Jungkook thought bitterly. And I… I’m sneaking off to be with his cousin.
But then there was Taehyung. The alpha who made him feel alive in ways Namjoon never had. His dominance, his confidence—it was intoxicating. Jungkook couldn’t resist it. He wanted it, craved it, despite knowing it was wrong.
His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. A message from Taehyung lit up the screen :
《Don’t forget to clean yourself up, beautiful. You were a mess earlier. A hot mess, though.》
Jungkook’s lips quirked into a reluctant smile despite himself. He hated how Taehyung always knew how to make his heart flutter, even in the middle of his turmoil. Shaking his head, he muttered, ‘’ You’re impossible, Kim Taehyung.’
♧
That evening, the Kim family gathered for dinner in the grand dining hall of the mansion. The table was adorned with pristine white linens and sparkling silverware, but the atmosphere was anything but calm for Jungkook.
Seated between Namjoon and Nayeon, Jungkook could feel the weight of Taehyung’s gaze from across the table. He avoided looking up, focusing instead on his plate, but the tension between them was palpable.
‘’So, Jungkook,’’ Mr. Kim, Taehyung’s father, said, cutting through the clinking of glasses. ‘’ How’s your new position at Kim Invest ? I hear Namjoon’s been a good mentor.’’
Jungkook swallowed hard before replying, ‘’Yes, Father Kim. It’s been challenging but rewarding. Namjoon has been incredibly supportive.’’
‘’Of course,’’ Namjoon added, placing a hand on Jungkook’s. ‘’He’s a fast learner. I’m proud of him.’’
Jungkook offered a small smile, but the warmth in Namjoon’s words only made him feel colder inside. He dared a glance at Taehyung, whose smirk deepened as he swirled the wine in his glass. His eyes bore into Jungkook, a silent reminder of their shared secret.
Jieun chimed in, ‘’ Babe, you seem unusually quiet today. Something on your mind ?’’
Taehyung’s smirk widened. ‘’Just enjoying the company. Some things are better observed than spoken.’’
Jieun frowned her eyebrows.
‘’ Your husband is way more eloquent than the average level of understanding of everyone here’’
‘’You want to say we are all dumb ?’’ Seokjin’s mother asked, her tone joking.
‘’ My nephew is just so eloquent ‘’ Namjoon’s father said,
Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat at the double meaning. He ducked his head, pretending to adjust his napkin, while Taehyung casually sipped his wine, the picture of ease.
♧
Namjoon leaned back in his office chair, staring at the framed photo of him and Jungkook on his desk. His mate looked radiant in the picture, his smile wide and eyes sparkling. But lately, Namjoon couldn’t shake the feeling that something was… different.
Jungkook had been more distracted, his attention flitting in and out during conversations. And then there was that perfume—a faint, unfamiliar scent that lingered on Jungkook’s clothes sometimes. It wasn’t his usual vanilla-scented lotion.
Namjoon frowned, rubbing his temples. He trusted Jungkook, but the nagging doubt was growing harder to ignore. He resolved to dismiss it, chalking it up to work stress. After all, Jungkook loved him. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, Namjoon reassured himself, though the unease lingered.
♧
The Kim Villa was alive with laughter and the clinking of glasses as the family gathered to celebrate Mr. Kim Jungsoo’s 53rd birthday. The grand hall was adorned with soft golden lights and floral arrangements fit for royalty. Only close family members and a few select guests, including Jungkook’s parents and friends, were present.
Jungkook stood near the long dining table, nervously sipping on a glass of juice. His parents were mingling with Mr. Kim, expressing their gratitude for the invitation, while his friends, Jimin and Hoseok, were causing a small commotion in their excitement.
“This place is insane ” Jimin whispered loudly to Hoseok, who was busy taking photos of everything from the chandeliers to the appetizers. “Do you think the bathroom here is bigger than my whole apartment ?”
Hoseok laughed. “Forget the bathroom, Jimin. Did you see the pool outside ? I swear it’s the size of a lake’’
“Shhh,” Jungkook hissed at them, though a small smile tugged at his lips. His friends always had a way of lightening the mood.
But despite their chatter, Jungkook’s focus was elsewhere. He could feel Taehyung’s gaze on him, even across the room. The alpha stood near the fireplace, casually sipping on a glass of whiskey, chatting with Namjoon and Seokjin. His sharp black suit hugged his body perfectly, exuding power and confidence. Beside him stood their wives equally elegant in a midnight blue gown for Jieun and a pink dress for Nayeon.
Jungkook’s chest tightened as he watched them. Jieun was everything a Kim wife should be : poised, beautiful, and sophisticated. She leaned into Taehyung slightly as she spoke, her hand resting delicately on his arm. They looked every bit the perfect couple, and it made Jungkook’s stomach churn with a mix of jealousy and guilt.
“Earth to Jungkook,” Jimin said, waving a hand in front of his face. “You’ve been staring at the same spot for like ten minutes. Are you okay ?”
Jungkook blinked and forced a smile. “Yeah, just… taking it all in.”
Jimin frowned but let it go. Hoseok, however, smirked knowingly. “Taking it all in or taking someone in ?” he teased, his eyes flicking toward Namjoon.
Jungkook flushed and nudged him hard. “Shut up, Hoseok.”
But before Hoseok could reply, a deep voice interrupted. “Jungkook.”
The omega froze. He turned slowly to find Taehyung standing behind him, his expression unreadable but his eyes intense.
“Hyung,” Jungkook greeted, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel Jimin and Hoseok exchange curious glances beside him.
“Father’s asking for you,” Taehyung said smoothly, though his gaze lingered on Jungkook a moment longer than necessary.
Jungkook nodded quickly. “I’ll go see him.”
As Jungkook excused himself, he felt the heat of Taehyung’s presence as the alpha followed him out of the hall. Once they were out of earshot, Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s wrist, pulling him into a quiet corridor.
“Taehyung, what are you—” Jungkook began, but the words died in his throat as Taehyung pressed him against the wall.
“You’ve been avoiding me all night,” Taehyung murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
Jungkook’s heart raced. “Your wife is here,” he hissed, glancing nervously down the hall. “What if someone sees us ?”
Taehyung smirked, leaning in so close that Jungkook could feel his breath against his skin. “Let them. Do you think I care ?”
“You should care,” Jungkook snapped, though his voice trembled. “This is reckless, even for you.”
Taehyung’s hand cupped Jungkook’s cheek, forcing the omega to meet his gaze. “You’re the one being reckless, showing up here looking like that,” he said, his thumb brushing over Jungkook’s flushed cheek. “Do you have any idea what you do to me ?”
Jungkook’s resolve wavered. “Taehyung…”
Before he could say more, Taehyung’s lips were on his, fierce and demanding. Jungkook melted into the kiss despite the risk, his hands clutching Taehyung’s jacket. For a moment, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of them.
When they finally pulled apart, Taehyung rested his forehead against Jungkook’s. “You drive me insane, you know that ?”
Jungkook let out a shaky laugh. “It’s mutual.”
The sound of footsteps nearby made them both freeze. Taehyung stepped back quickly, his expression returning to its composed mask. “Go back to the party,” he said softly. “I’ll handle whoever it is.”
Jungkook nodded, his heart pounding as he straightened his suit. He returned to the hall, his friends immediately bombarding him with questions about where he’d been.
“Bathroom,” he lied, though his flushed face gave him away.
“Are you alright, Kook?” Jimin asked, his voice full of concern.
Jungkook blinked, realizing that he’d been staring for too long. “Yeah,” he muttered, forcing a smile. “Just... tired.”
“I think he’s more than tired,” Hoseok said, “You’ve been acting weird all night. Something going on?”
Jungkook shifted uncomfortably. He wanted to tell them, wanted to unload the weight that had been growing heavier in his chest. But he couldn’t. Not when they thought everything was perfect between him and Namjoon.
“I’m fine,” he said, his voice tight.
It wasn’t fine, though. Not when Jieun had a way of wrapping herself around Taehyung, her laughter too loud and her touches too soft as she leaned into him. It made Jungkook’s blood boil. Every time she came near, Taehyung would smile at her, laugh at her jokes, and for a split second, Jungkook’s heart would break.
Without thinking, Jungkook excused himself from the group and stepped into the back garden. He needed space.
But Taehyung was there.
The alpha was just a few feet away, standing by the window, his back to Jungkook as he surveyed the garden outside. His jaw was clenched, his posture rigid, and the sight only increased Jungkook’s frustration. The jealousy was getting to him. His emotions were swirling, and he couldn’t make sense of any of it.
“Why do you always look so perfect with her?” Jungkook blurted out before he could stop himself.
Taehyung turned slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What are you talking about?”
“You and Jieun,” Jungkook continued, the words rushing out in a sharp, jagged edge. “It’s like you can’t get enough of her. Always laughing, always touching—do you even realize what it’s doing to me?”
The words were out before Jungkook could filter them, and as soon as he said them, he felt his chest tighten with regret. This was stupid. Taehyung didn’t owe him anything, not with Soyeon by his side.
But Taehyung didn’t respond right away. Instead, he took a slow step toward Jungkook, his gaze darkening with something that was both unsettling and thrilling.
“I didn’t know you cared,” Taehyung murmured, his voice lowering, his eyes intense.
“I don’t care,” Jungkook shot back, his voice shaking. “I just... I don’t like seeing you with her. It pisses me off.”
The atmosphere between them shifted. It was thick with tension, and the air seemed to crackle with the unspoken emotions they both carried. Taehyung took another step closer, his presence overwhelming.
“Are you jealous?” Taehyung’s voice was low, dangerous.
Jungkook met his gaze head-on. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’m tired of pretending everything’s fine when it’s not. Maybe I’m tired of watching you with her while I stand here alone.”
For a moment, there was silence.
Then, Taehyung smirked, his lips curling slightly. “You think you can be jealous of me?” he asked softly, but the challenge in his tone was undeniable.
“I don’t know what you want from me,” Jungkook replied, frustrated. “I’m not going to stand by and watch you with her.”
The words were only half-formed when Taehyung moved. Before Jungkook could react, the alpha’s hand was on his wrist, pulling him closer.
“You’ve been acting so damn needy tonight,” Taehyung growled, his voice filled with an almost predatory edge. “What do you think you’re doing, acting like this around me?”
Jungkook’s breath hitched. “Taehyung, let me go—”
But Taehyung wasn’t listening. He pulled Jungkook further into the garden, away from the light, his grip tight and insistent. And that’s when it happened.
A maid, froze in shock when she saw them. The sight of the Kim and the omega—so close, so intimate, in such a private moment—was too much for her to ignore.
Jungkook’s heart stopped. He quickly tried to pull away, but Taehyung’s grip only tightened.
“Do you have a problem?” Taehyung’s voice was icy now, a sharp contrast to his earlier frustration.
The maid’s eyes widened, her face pale. She opened her mouth to say something, but Taehyung silenced her with a single, dangerous look.
“If you want to keep your job,” he said, his tone cold, “you’ll forget everything you saw here. Understand?”
The maid nodded hastily, her eyes filled with fear, before she quickly retreated down the hall.
‘’ and also, don’t come into this garden at nigh like that. Tell the others the same thing’’
Taehyung exhaled slowly, his expression returning to its usual composure. He turned back to Jungkook, who was still frozen in place.
“Don’t worry,” Taehyung said, his voice smooth. “She won’t say anything. But you’re lucky I’m the one who’s handling this.”
Jungkook swallowed hard, his heart still racing from the encounter. “What was that? Why do you do this?”
“Because I can,” Taehyung replied, his eyes dark and dangerous, the edge of dominance in his tone unmistakable.
After the encounter in the hallway, Jungkook could barely focus. His mind was in turmoil, his heart pounding with a mixture of confusion and yearning.
The night continued, but Jungkook could barely engage with anyone. His friends kept talking to him, but he only offered half-hearted responses. His gaze often drifted back to Taehyung, who seemed perfectly at ease, talking and laughing with Jieun and Nayeon. The way he looked at Jieun—it wasn’t the same as how he looked at Jungkook. It was affectionate, genuine, the way a husband might look at his wife.
Jungkook felt something inside him break.
Later that evening, as the party started to wind down, Taehyung cornered Jungkook in his private study in the villa. The door clicked shut behind him, the sound muffled by the opulent walls. Jungkook had barely been able to hold it together, and he knew this conversation was inevitable. He couldn’t avoid it anymore.
“Jungkook,” Taehyung began, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of seriousness. He stood just a few feet away, his posture confident, as always. “We need to talk.”
Jungkook swallowed, unable to meet Taehyung’s eyes. His hands were trembling, but he clenched them into fists to stop the shaking. He could already feel the weight of what was coming. “I know,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
“You know ?” Taehyung’s gaze softened, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something almost like concern. But it was gone just as quickly. “Jungkook… I don’t understand why you’re acting like this. You know Jieun is my wife, right ? She’s been my wife for years.” He paused, letting the words settle. “And you… You’re with Namjoon. You’ve been with him for how long now ? Yet here you are, acting like this—jealous, upset, when I’m with someone im tied down to.”
Jungkook’s chest tightened. The words cut deeper than he could have imagined. He wanted to speak, to tell Taehyung how hard this was, how much he cared, but he couldn’t find the right words.
Taehyung continued, stepping closer to Jungkook. “I don’t get it. Our relationship, it’s always been purely physical. I’ve been clear about that. And I thought you understood that. But now you’re acting like this—it’s confusing.” His voice was low, almost pained, as if he, too, didn’t quite know how to deal with the situation.
Jungkook’s heart shattered at those words. Purely physical. That was all he was to Taehyung ? All the longing, the nights they shared, the stolen moments—it had all been for nothing ?
He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. His throat tightened, and before he knew it, tears welled up in his eyes. His chest felt like it was caving in, the pain too much to bear.
“I didn’t think…” Jungkook’s voice cracked as he finally spoke, barely a whisper. “I didn’t think it was just that. I thought… I thought you—” He stopped, unable to finish the sentence.
But Taehyung was silent, his face unreadable. The alpha watched him for a moment, as if weighing his next words carefully. Finally, he spoke, his tone gentler now, but still with that cold, detached edge.
“I’m sorry if I made you think otherwise,” Taehyung said softly, his eyes not quite meeting Jungkook’s. “But you know how things are. This… this is all it will ever be. We’re not meant to be more than this. We can’t be.”
Jungkook’s heart shattered all over again. The tears that he had been holding back for so long finally spilled over, sliding down his cheeks. He didn’t wipe them away. He let them fall, feeling each drop as if it was a piece of himself that he was losing.
“I’ve been so stupid,” Jungkook sobbed, his voice raw. “I thought—God, I thought maybe… maybe we could be something. Something real. I thought maybe… you felt something for me, too.” He hiccupped on the last words, his chest aching with the weight of his emotions.
Taehyung stood still, watching him, but the look in his eyes was unreadable. Jungkook couldn’t tell if Taehyung felt guilty, or if he even cared that Jungkook was hurting. His mind raced, each thought making the pain worse.
“I didn’t want to fall for you, Taehyung,” Jungkook whispered, his voice barely audible. “But I did. And now…” He choked on his words, unable to continue.
Taehyung took a deep breath, and for the first time, Jungkook saw something flicker in his eyes—regret, maybe, or something darker. He closed the distance between them and placed a hand gently on Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Jungkook…” His voice was softer now, almost too soft. “I never meant to hurt you. But this isn’t going to change. I need you to understand that. We can’t be more than this. I’m sorry if you thought it could be, but it can’t. I’m married. I love my wife.”
Jungkook closed his eyes, trying to push the pain away, but it felt like it was suffocating him. The last thing he wanted was for Taehyung to see him like this, vulnerable and broken, but he couldn’t help it.
Jungkook couldn’t believe it—couldn’t believe that Taehyung, the man who had kissed him with such intensity, who had touched him like he was the only person that mattered, could claim that everything they had was just… physical.
“No,” Jungkook’s voice broke, but he quickly steadied himself, pushing back the emotions that threatened to overtake him. “You’re lying. This… everything we’ve done—it’s not just physical. It can’t be. Taehyung, you don’t just kiss someone like that if it’s nothing.”
His hands were trembling, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to keep his composure. “You don’t make love to someone the way you’ve made love to me if you don’t feel something deeper than just a casual attraction.”
Jungkook stepped closer, his breath shallow but his voice firm, desperate for Taehyung to see the truth that was staring them both in the face.
“You don’t look at someone the way you look at me and tell me it’s just about the sex. It’s not. I’m not stupid, Taehyung. I’m not some object you can use and throw away when you’re done.”
The words tumbled out faster than he could stop them, the bitterness and hurt burning through him. “When you kiss me, when you touch me… you make me feel like I’m everything to you. You make me feel important. You make me feel loved. You don’t do that if it’s nothing.”
Taehyung’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering with something unreadable. But Jungkook wasn’t about to back down, not now, not when he had already given so much of himself. He was already so deep in this that he didn’t know how to climb back out.
“I won’t accept this, Taehyung,” Jungkook said, his voice trembling with the force of his emotions. “You can’t tell me that everything we’ve shared is just about physical attraction. I know what I felt. You kissed me like I was your everything. You touched me like you were mine.” His voice cracked on the last word, but he pressed on, not giving Taehyung a chance to speak.
“No. I won’t let you reduce this to something so empty. You can’t just dismiss everything we’ve shared. It meant something to me. You meant something to me.”
Jungkook was almost shaking now, a mix of anger and heartbreak flooding his chest. His eyes stung with tears, but he didn’t let them fall—not yet.
“You can’t just tell me it was nothing when you’ve made me feel so much,” Jungkook whispered, his voice raw. “I won’t let you make me feel like I’m the only one who’s been fooling myself here.”
Taehyung’s face hardened, but there was something else in his eyes—a flicker of guilt, a flicker of doubt. But he didn’t say anything. He just watched Jungkook, as if waiting for him to stop.
“I’m not going to let you pretend this doesn’t matter,” Jungkook said, his voice growing stronger. “I won’t let you treat me like this, like I’m just some… some distraction. I know what I felt. And I won’t pretend I don’t feel it anymore. You don’t get to decide that for me.”
Taehyung’s face shifted again, his expression hardening, his jaw clenched as he took a step back. He was silent for a long moment, looking at Jungkook as if trying to find something to say. But Jungkook couldn’t wait for him to find the right words anymore.
He had to make Taehyung see. Jungkook had to make him understand that he wasn’t just some fling. That what they had—what they still had—meant more than just the physical.
“You can’t take this away from me, Taehyung,” Jungkook said, his voice now steady despite the pain he felt. “You don’t get to tell me it was just sex, just a passing moment. Not after everything we’ve shared. Not after everything I’ve given you. I won’t let you make me feel like I’m crazy for wanting something real with you.”
For a long time, neither of them moved. Jungkook’s words hung heavily between them, and his chest burned with the weight of everything he had just said. His heart was on the line, exposed and vulnerable, and he didn’t care. He wouldn’t let Taehyung pretend like it was all a game. Not anymore.
Taehyung looked at him, eyes dark and unreadable. For a moment, it seemed like Taehyung might say something, might explain himself. But instead, he sighed deeply, shaking his head slightly, as if lost in thought.
“I never wanted to hurt you, Jungkook,” Taehyung said quietly. “But I don’t know what else you want me to say. I… I’m not sure I can give you anything more than this. I’ve made it clear from the start what this is.”
Jungkook’s heart shattered at the words, at the way Taehyung seemed so distant, so cold. He wanted to scream, wanted to throw himself at Taehyung and make him see how much this hurt.
But instead, he took a step back, shaking his head as the tears finally fell, streaking down his face.
“You don’t get it, do you ?” Jungkook whispered. “I wanted you. I still want you. But if you can’t see that… then maybe you never did care.”
The words stung more than anything Taehyung could ever say. But Jungkook couldn’t hold it in anymore. He turned away, his body trembling with emotion, and walked out of the room, leaving Taehyung standing there with only his silence and regret.
♧
After their argument, Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to stay in the same space as Taehyung any longer. His body felt as if it were on fire with the anger, heartbreak, and confusion swirling within him. The last thing he wanted was to be in the same room with the man who had made him feel so many emotions, only to now brush them aside so easily.
He walked out of the room, his footsteps heavy, and headed to the nearest bathroom to collect himself. The cold water stung his face as he splashed it on his skin, trying to clear the heat of his emotions. His reflection stared back at him, and for a brief moment, he thought he might break.
But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t allow himself to be weak. He couldn’t let anyone see the devastation that was tearing him apart inside.
Taking a deep breath, Jungkook dried his face, fixed his appearance, and straightened his back. The mask was back on, and he would wear it like he always did when he was around the family.
Jungkook emerged from the bathroom and made his way back to the family gathering. The sound of laughter and chatter filled the hallway, reminding him of just how far removed he was from the reality of what had just transpired. The Kim Villa was as pristine and full of life as ever, but Jungkook felt like he was slipping through the cracks.
When he entered the room, the first thing he noticed was how effortless the family made it look—how they continued their celebrations without a care in the world. His friends, Jimin and Hoseok, were laughing and joking, oblivious to the storm inside of him. His parents, who were always so polite and distant, exchanged pleasantries with the others.
He forced a smile, letting the facade slip onto his face like a second skin.
The instant his friends saw him, they erupted into laughter, and Namjoon pulling him into his lap, and for a moment, Jungkook felt a brief sense of normality. Jimin playfully ruffled his hair, and Hoseok gave him a teasing smile, trying to lift his spirits.
‘’Why so serious, baby ?’’ Namjoon asked, raising an eyebrow, but kiss his cheek.
‘’Yeah, you look like someone just crushed your soul,’’ Hoseok added, his voice light-hearted.
Jungkook forced a laugh, trying to make it sound genuine. ‘’I’m fine,’’ He said, his voice betraying nothing, though his heart was breaking into a million pieces. He glanced at Taehyung across the room, but the alpha was deep in conversation with Jieun. The sight of them together hit Jungkook like a blow to the chest.
How could Taehyung pretend like everything was fine ? Like he hadn’t just destroyed something beautiful between them ?
Despite the pain, Jungkook plastered on his best smile, his laughter ringing out a little too loudly as Jimin cracked another joke. He laughed with them, joked with them, his voice sounding carefree, but inside, he was dying. The hollow feeling in his chest grew with every passing moment. He watched the interactions aroundhim, but none of it truly reached him. He was like an actor on a stage, playing a role he couldn’t escape.
The night wore on, and Jungkook continued to pretend. He raised his glass with the family, smiled at the compliments, and laughed at the jokes, but nothing in the world could numb the aching emptiness inside him. His thoughts kept drifting back to Taehyung, to their argument, to the coldness in the alpha’s voice when he had told him that everything was just physical.
Jungkook’s eyes flicked toward Taehyung again, and the sight of the alpha whispering something in Jieun’s ear made his heart twist painfully in his chest.
Was Taehyung really that unaffected ?
Was their entire connection truly just a game to him ?
Was that all he ever was to Taehyung—an object to be used, someone to satisfy desires and then cast aside ?
Jungkook pushed those thoughts away, focusing on his friends and husband once more. He laughed again, pretending to be part of the conversation, but the truth gnawed at him. No matter how much he smiled, no matter how much he tried to act like everything was fine, the emotional wound Taehyung had left was raw, bleeding.
Jungkook’s mind wandered again, his thoughts drifting to the moments Taehyung had made him feel so much. The way Taehyung kissed him, the way his touch was tender yet powerful. Every touch had felt like it meant something more than just passion—it had felt like love.
But maybe Taehyung had been right.
Maybe it had only been physical.
Maybe Jungkook had been the one fooling himself all along.
The night wore on, and Jungkook found himself sinking deeper into his own thoughts, isolating himself from the warm laughter and chatter of the family around him. His chest tightened again, the weight of everything bearing down on him. His smile felt like a mask he was desperately trying to keep in place, but it was starting to slip.
♧
The morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. Jungkook’s body still ached from everything that had happened the previous night. The weight of the argument with Taehyung, the painful words, the emotional turmoil—it was all still fresh in his mind, tugging at him relentlessly. He had barely slept, his thoughts too loud and too heavy to let him rest.
Namjoon, already dressed and ready for work, sat on the edge of the bed, gently nudging Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Kook, you need to get up. We have to get going,” the alpha said, his voice soft yet insistent.
Jungkook groaned, pulling the covers over his head in an attempt to block out the world. He didn’t want to face anyone. Not today, not after everything that had happened. He felt emotionally drained, and the weight of his feelings was too much for him to bear.
Namjoon’s voice grew more concerned as he repeated, “Jungkook, come on, you can’t keep lying in bed. We need to go.”
But Jungkook wasn’t ready. His thoughts swirled, too chaotic to make any sense of. His anger, his sadness, his confusion—all of it felt like a storm inside him. The pressure was unbearable.
Finally, he snapped, his voice sharp and frustrated.
“I don’t want to go, okay ?”
His words were harsher than he intended, and the sharpness in his tone shocked both him and Namjoon. He immediately regretted it. He wasn’t angry at Namjoon. He never was. But the feelings inside him were too overwhelming to keep contained.
Namjoon stood still, a frown tugging at his brow.
“Jungkook…” he started, but before he could say anything else, Jungkook had already rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Inside, Jungkook leaned against the bathroom sink, his hands gripping the edge as tears spilled from his eyes. He had to hide it—had to keep it in front of Namjoon. He couldn’t let the alpha see him break, couldn’t show him the pain that was threatening to consume him.
Jungkook let out a shaky breath, wiping at his tears furiously. The last thing he wanted was for Namjoon to see him like this—vulnerable, weak. He had no right to be upset. Namjoon was kind, patient, everything Jungkook could have ever wanted in a partner. But his heart… his heart was with someone else.
Jungkook closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing. He couldn’t keep doing this to Namjoon. He loved him, he truly did, but this agony, this confusion—he couldn’t explain it. Not to Namjoon, not to anyone.
Outside the bathroom, Namjoon was at a loss. He had known Jungkook long enough to notice when something was off. The subtle changes in the omega’s demeanor—how he had withdrawn, how he no longer shared intimate moments with him like before, how he had become distant. He didn’t know what had caused it, but he knew something was wrong.
Namjoon wasn’t the type to pry, but he also wasn’t blind. Something had shifted between them, and he couldn’t ignore it anymore. Jungkook had become a shadow of the person he used to be, and that worried Namjoon deeply.
Later that day, after a quiet and tense morning, Namjoon decided to take Jungkook out for lunch. He had hoped a change of environment might ease some of the tension. The alpha had been patient, but he knew he couldn’t keep ignoring the growing distance between them. He needed to know what was wrong, needed to understand so he could help.
They sat in a quiet café, a few blocks away from the office. Jungkook picked at his food, hardly touching it, his eyes distant as he stared out the window. Namjoon watched him carefully, his brow furrowed in concern.
Jungkook was lost in his thoughts, his mind still swirling around the argument, the pain he couldn’t talk about, and the feelings that were eating him up from the inside out. He didn’t want to burden Namjoon with it, though. The alpha deserved better than to have his life consumed by Jungkook’s broken heart.
Namjoon broke the silence, his voice soft but serious.
“Jungkook… I’ve noticed you’ve been different lately. I don’t know what’s going on, but I can see something’s bothering you. If you want to talk about it, I’m here for you. You don’t have to keep it all inside.”
Jungkook’s heart twisted at the sincerity in Namjoon’s voice. He wanted to tell him the truth, wanted to spill everything out and admit what had been tearing him apart. But instead, he clenched his fists under the table, fighting the urge to cry again.
“It’s nothing, Namjoon,” Jungkook said, his voice barely above a whisper. He forced a smile, trying to make it seem convincing, but the words felt like a lie even as they left his lips. “I’m just… tired. That’s all. You don’t need to worry about me.”
Namjoon didn’t buy it. He could see the pain behind Jungkook’s smile, the way his eyes were glassy, distant. Namjoon had known Jungkook long enough to tell when something wasn’t right. The omega’s walls were up, but Namjoon wasn’t going to back down so easily.
“Jungkook, please,” Namjoon said, leaning forward. “I’m not stupid. You’ve been shutting me out for weeks now. I know something’s wrong. Just… talk to me. Whatever it is, we can work through it together.”
But Jungkook shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat. “There’s nothing to talk about,” he insisted, even though his voice cracked slightly. “I don’t want to burden you with my problems. I’m fine.”
The words stung, and Namjoon’s expression softened with disappointment. “You’re not fine, Jungkook. And you don’t have to do this alone. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. But you can’t keep pretending everything’s okay when I know it’s not.”
Jungkook remained silent, avoiding Namjoon’s gaze. The guilt washed over him in waves. He couldn’t tell Namjoon the truth, not like this. He wasn’t ready. And yet, the weight of his lies felt unbearable.
As they sat in silence, the air between them thick with unspoken words, Jungkook couldn’t shake the feeling that he was losing both Taehyung and Namjoon. And no matter how much he tried to deny it, he knew he was the one causing the damage.
♧
Taehyung sat in his office, surrounded by papers, reports, and the usual chaos that came with running a company. But none of it mattered to him at that moment. His mind kept drifting back to Jungkook, the way the omega had looked the night before—hurt, angry, emotional. It haunted him. He had been harsh with his words, but they were the truth, weren’t they ? He had tried to be straightforward, to make Jungkook understand that their connection was nothing more than physical, but somewhere deep inside, he couldn’t help but feel an unsettling guilt.
His fingers hovered over his phone, the temptation to reach out to Jungkook gnawing at him. He wanted to fix things, wanted to tell him that it wasn’t supposed to be like this—that it was all a mistake. But Taehyung knew better. Jungkook wouldn’t listen. He had been clear in his rejection of what Taehyung had said. He had made it obvious that the relationship between them meant more than just physical attraction. And yet, Taehyung couldn’t ignore the fact that Jungkook had done the same with Namjoon. The way he acted with the alpha—it was just as possessive, just as intimate. Why couldn’t Jungkook accept that Taehyung was allowed to act the same way with Jieun ?
But Taehyung knew the truth, the part he didn’t want to admit to himself : he was jealous. He was furious with himself for feeling that way, because he had never once thought he would feel this way about an omega—let alone Jungkook, the very one he had pushed away for so long.
Taehyung let out a frustrated sigh, glancing at his phone once more. His thumb hovered over the screen, hesitating. He couldn’t bring himself to type the message. What would he even say ? “I’m sorry” ? “Let’s meet and talk” ? No. It was complicated. Everything about Jungkook was complicated.
He placed the phone face down on the desk, but it didn’t help. The guilt was eating away at him, along with the undeniable need to have Jungkook in his life, even if just for a moment.
His mind wandered back to the night before, to the kiss he had shared with Jieun. The moment their lips met, something inside him felt… wrong. It wasn’t like before. There was no spark, no flutter in his chest, nothing. It was mechanical. He had kissed her, but his mind was elsewhere. He wasn’t thinking about her at all. He was imagining Jungkook in her place. The thought was absurd, infuriating. It should have been Jieun he desired, not Jungkook.
But as much as he told himself it was just a physical attraction, Taehyung knew deep down that it wasn’t. His feelings for Jungkook were too deep, too strong to be reduced to mere lust. And that realization terrified him. He couldn’t afford to have feelings for Jungkook. He was married to Jieun. They had a life together, a future. He couldn’t just throw it all away for something that wasn’t supposed to be more than a fleeting, forbidden desire.
But the more he tried to convince himself, the more the truth sank in—his heart didn’t beat the same way when he saw Jieun anymore. It didn’t race with anticipation. It didn’t swell with excitement. It only did that when Jungkook was near, when the omega’s presence lit up the room, when their eyes locked, when their fingers brushed.
The thought that this wasn’t just about physical attraction was one Taehyung couldn’t escape, no matter how much he tried to. It was more. But the question was, what ? What was this ? Why did it feel like his world was shifting every time Jungkook was in it ?
But then he would remember how Jungkook had reacted the night before—the raw, emotional words, the hurt in his eyes.
Jungkook wanted more. And Taehyung couldn’t give him that. He had Jieun. He had a wife. He had a life that was already laid out for him.
Still, the jealousy he felt towards Namjoon, the possessiveness he couldn’t shake off, the way his heart ached every time he thought about Jungkook being with him—it all made it clear. Taehyung was lying to himself. And it frustrated him to no end. He didn’t know what this was, but the more he tried to distance himself from it, the stronger it became.
♧
Taehyung had noticed the change immediately. Jungkook was avoiding him, and it wasn’t subtle. He hadn’t responded to Taehyung’s message suggesting they meet at the penthouse during lunch. The alpha had waited, hoping the omega would show up as he always did, but Jungkook never came. That absence left a heavy void in Taehyung’s chest, one he couldn’t ignore.
Back at the villa, Jungkook’s behavior was even more noticeable. Meals were taken alone or skipped altogether. When family gatherings were unavoidable, Jungkook would quietly slip in and out, never lingering long enough for any interaction with Taehyung. It was clear—Jungkook didn’t want to see him.
Taehyung was frustrated. He couldn’t shake the guilt from their last argument, and now, with Jungkook avoiding him entirely, it felt unbearable. But it wasn’t just him who noticed. The family had started whispering about Jungkook’s change in behavior, and one night, Jieun voiced her thoughts.
♧
It was late in the evening, and Taehyung was sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, while Jieun was brushing her hair by the vanity.
“Have you noticed Jungkook lately ?” Jieun asked, her tone casual but laced with curiosity.
Taehyung tensed slightly but didn’t show it. “What about him ?”
“He’s… different,” Jieun said, setting the brush down. She turned to face Taehyung. “He’s distant. Avoiding meals, barely spending time with anyone. It’s like he’s too good for the family now.”
Taehyung frowned, the words rubbing him the wrong way. “I don’t think that’s it.”
Jieun sighed, standing up and walking over to the bed. “I’m just saying, maybe now that he’s in a wealthy family, he’s showing his true colors. You know, getting a little arrogant now that he’s climbing the ladder in the family business.”
Taehyung’s jaw tightened. He didn’t like the way Jieun was talking about Jungkook. “Maybe he’s going through something,” he replied evenly, trying to keep his tone calm. “You shouldn’t judge him like that without knowing what’s really going on.”
Jieun crossed her arms, raising a brow. “What could he possibly be going through ? He has everything now. He’s married to Namjoon, one of the most successful alphas in the country. He’s respected in the family business. What more could he need ?”
Taehyung’s frustration grew, but he forced himself to stay composed. “That’s not for us to decide. Just because someone looks fine on the surface doesn’t mean they aren’t dealing with something deeper. You used to say you were friends with him—why would you assume the worst now ?”
Jieun faltered, sensing the shift in Taehyung’s mood. She knew how much he hated hypocrisy, and her earlier words now sounded cruel, even to her own ears. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said quickly, sitting down beside him. “I’m just worried, you know ? I don’t want him to push the family away.”
Taehyung turned to her, his gaze sharp. “If you’re worried, then don’t assume the worst. Maybe he needs understanding, not criticism.”
Jieun bit her lip, nodding reluctantly. “You’re right,” she said softly, though the unease in her voice was clear. She was afraid she had pushed too far, shown a side of herself that Taehyung despised. She reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “I’ll talk to him, see if he’s okay.”
Taehyung didn’t respond immediately. His mind was elsewhere, consumed by the thought of Jungkook’s absence and the guilt that weighed heavy on his shoulders. Finally, he nodded. “That’s a good idea.”
Once Jieun had gone to bed, Taehyung stayed up, staring at his phone. He opened the message he had sent Jungkook earlier, reading it over for the tenth time :
《Let’s meet at the penthouse during lunch. We need to talk.》
There was still no reply. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Jungkook was hurt, and Taehyung couldn’t blame him. But the way Jieun had spoken about him tonight—it struck a nerve.
Jieun didn’t know the truth, of course. To her, Jungkook was nothing more than Namjoon’s devoted omega, part of the family by marriage. But for Taehyung, the thought of her speaking so poorly about Jungkook made him feel protective in a way he didn’t entirely understand.
He leaned back against the headboard, closing his eyes. This was getting out of hand. He told himself over and over that he didn’t feel anything beyond physical attraction for Jungkook, but every time something like this happened, that belief felt like a lie. Why else would he feel so defensive of the omega ? So… possessive ?
But none of that mattered if Jungkook refused to see him.
And the idea of Jungkook slipping further and further away—it was a thought Taehyung couldn’t bear.