Do you really think he's a better alpha than me? Tell me, Taehyung. Do you think so?" Taehyung's breath caught in his throat, and he instinctively stepped back. Jungkook's presence was overwhelming, like a storm closing in on him. But then Jungkook pulled something from his

waistband—his gun—and Taehyung froze. His eyes widened in shock. "What—what are you doing?" Taehyung stammered, fear creeping into his voice. He stepped back again, his heart hammering in his chest. Jungkook's gaze was steady, almost cold now. "I told you, Taehyung," he said,

his voice dangerously calm, "you don't have to be scared of me. I won't hurt you. You're my life." He took another step forward, his grip tightening on the gun. "But I sure as hell can hurt others. I can make anyone who messes with my omega regret it, understand?

I can kill anyone for you, Taehyung, anyone." The weight of Jungkook's words hung in the air, thick and suffocating, and Taehyung felt his breath catch. His body was tense, but a strange stillness settled between them. He didn't know what to do, or what to say.

And then, for the first time, Taehyung said his name. "Jungkook… stop." Jungkook's entire body froze, as if time itself had stopped. His heart skipped a beat, and the air felt heavy with the impact of those two words.

His body went rigid, the gun slowly lowering from his hand, the sharpness in his gaze replaced with something fragile, something broken. His eyes—those wild, desperate eyes—widened in shock, in disbelief. He couldn't process it at first. The way Taehyung had spoken his name—

there was softness in it, something that shattered the walls he'd built. It was the first time he'd ever heard it. His name, in Taehyung's voice, was a whisper that reverberated through his soul. For the first time in ages, Jungkook's grip loosened.

Taehyung looked up at him, his eyes full of confusion, fear, and something else that Jungkook couldn't name. But he saw the fear, and it was too much to bear. His chest tightened painfully. He didn't know how to fix this, didn't know how to make Taehyung understand the depth

of what he felt. He was losing control, and it terrified him. "Taehyung," Jungkook whispered, his voice barely audible, almost pleading. "Please… I'm not asking for anyone else. I just want you. Don't you see that?" Taehyung's gaze didn't soften, but the weight of

Jungkook's words lingered in the air like an unspoken truth. He couldn't bring himself to answer. His mind was a whirlwind, and he just needed to get away. Turning quickly, Taehyung started to walk away, but Jungkook's voice—stopped him again.