Jungkook, piercing and unwavering. "You're my grandson, but you don't get to do whatever you want without consequences. You've crossed the line, Jungkook." Jungkook's smirk grew, his posture relaxed even as the tension rose. "Consequences?" he mocked, amusement in his voice.
"The only thing I care about is whether the wedding happens on time." He glanced at his grandfather, then his father, without flinching. "And if any of you try to stop it, you'll regret it." The room fell into an uncomfortable silence, the tension thick in the air.
Han's anger simmered like a storm waiting to burst, Somi stood frozen, caught between worry and helplessness, while Elder Jeon watched his grandson with the sharp gaze of someone who had weathered countless battles. But Jungkook stayed calm, showing no reaction.
He turned to his father and muttered under his breath, "Just make sure it happens. In two days, I want all of you to go to their house and ask for his hand in marriage." Han glared at him. "That's not happening, Jungkook. I'm not going to force anyone to marry you.
And I'll make sure you don't, either." Jungkook didn't flinch, his gaze steady and indifferent. He turned back to face his father, his voice casual as he spoke. "If that's the case," he drawled, a sly smirk tugging at his lips, "then it's my gun and my life.
If I die because of this, well... it's on you." The words were nonchalant, as if he wasn't talking about something as serious as life or death, but about something far less important. The room went completely still. Han's anger faltered, a flicker of doubt crossing his face
He had always known Jungkook was hard-headed, but hearing him talk like this—so calm, so sure—it made his stomach twist. Somi's breath caught in her throat, her hands trembling as the color drained from her face. Elder Jeon stood frozen, his usual composure slipping,
his eyes narrowing with a mix of disbelief and concern. Then there was Jungkook, who wasn't concerned with anything happening in the room. His thoughts were consumed by one thing: Taehyung. The omega.
The only thing that mattered to him was getting what he wanted, and right now, he wanted Taehyung. His obsession was evident in the way he spoke, the way his eyes gleamed with possessive hunger.
"Taehyung is mine," Jungkook said, his tone cool, but his eyes briefly flashed red. It wasn't intentional, but it made everyone in the room freeze. "No one's taking him from me. Not you, not anyone." He kept his expression neutral, but the possessiveness in his gaze was clear.
— The living room felt tense, thick with an unspoken discomfort. Hana handed Daehyun a glass of water, her movements slow as she settled beside him on the couch. She glanced at her husband, who was sitting stiffly, his jaw clenched in frustration.