Seokjin, after a brief moment of hesitation, leaned over and picked up the receiver. "Hello?" Seokjin said cautiously. His expression shifted almost immediately, his face draining of color. Daehyun noticed the change. "Who is it?" he asked sharply.
Seokjin glanced at Taehyung, his voice shaky. “It's… it's Jungkook." Taehyung's breath hitched, his hands instinctively clutching Hana's arm. "Mom…" he whispered, his voice breaking. Daehyun's face darkened, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "What does he want now?"
Seokjin hesitated, swallowing hard before answering. "He says he wants to talk to you." Daehyun didn't hesitate for a second. "Put it on speaker," he ordered, his voice sharp. Seokjin complied after a brief moment, pressing the speaker button and setting the phone on the table.
"What do you want now?" Daehyun demanded,his tone dripping with frustration. "Are you not satisfied after the chaos you caused yesterday?" A low chuckle came through the line,followed by Jungkook's smooth, taunting voice. "I'll be satisfied when Taehyung comes to me as my omega.
But don't worry—" Daehyun cut him off angrily, his voice rising. "Why did you call?!" His fists clenched at his sides. One long pause followed, and for a moment, it seemed like Jungkook had hung up. But then his voice returned, quieter and sharper.
"Aren't you brave, father-in-law?" Jungkook taunted, his voice dripping with venom. "Cutting me off like that. And you went running to my father, hoping he'd put a stop to this? If you thought he would, you're more delusional than I thought."
Daehyun's fists clenched, his knuckles white with anger. "And let me make something clear," Jungkook continued. "In two days, my family will be at your house to formally ask for Taehyung's hand. Get your family ready.
And tell Taehyung…" His voice dropped to a whisper, sending chills through the room. "I can't wait to make him mine." Daehyun's fury boiled over. "You little—!" he roared, but the line went dead before he could say more.
The room was quiet, heavy with tension. Hana pulled Taehyung into her arms, rubbing his back as he trembled against her. Daehyun stood up and started pacing, his frustration growing. "You heard him, Hana," he said, his voice rising in agitation.
"The nerve of that boy! Speaking to me like that! And now he's threatening us?" Hana looked at her husband with worry, her eyes softening as she glanced back down at Taehyung, who was still clinging to her. "Daehyun, please… calm down. This isn't helping Taehyung right now."
"Calm down?" Daehyun scoffed, his hands clenched tightly into fists as he turned to Seokjin, his voice sharp with disbelief. "Do you know how old that boy is? That so-called alpha?" Seokjin hesitated before answering. "He's... 22, Dad."