And Taehyung's head snapped up, scandalized. "You are so shameless—!" But his sentence turned into a loud, startled yell. "What the fuck, Jungkook!" Jungkook had turned around mid-sentence, towel in hand and slung low—having pulled it off his hips. Taehyung's heart jumped

before realizing Jungkook wasn't actually naked. "I'm not naked!" Jungkook defended, raising his hands as if proving innocence. "I've got underwear on, look—" "I don't want to look!" Taehyung snapped, eyes squeezing shut, face going bright red. "Just—just wear something, God!"

Jungkook rolled his eyes and turned back to the closet. He grabbed a t-shirt and joggers and put them on slowly, like he wasn't in a hurry at all. It was like he was trying to annoy Taehyung on purpose. When he was finally dressed, he turned around,

stretched out his arms, and gave Taehyung a proud, teasing smile. "There," he announced. "Everything's covered. Happy now?" Taehyung peeked at him through his fingers, his glare sharp. "Not even the slightest."

Jungkook tilted his head, mock thoughtful. "Oh? And what do I need to do to make you a little bit happy?" Taehyung didn't miss a beat. "To not be in this room." That wiped the grin clean off Jungkook's face. He let out a short, disbelieving laugh, but it died almost instantly.

He looked at Taehyung, like he was not amused at all. "Nice joke," he said, voice lower now. But Taehyung's face didn't budge. He wasn't joking. "You're not sleeping with me in the same room, Jeon."

Jungkook caught the way Taehyung used his surname like a weapon. Still, he kept his voice steady and walked toward the omega, nodding once toward the small couch by the window. "Do you still mind me being here if I sleep on the couch?" he asked, gesturing toward it.

"Yes," Taehyung said immediately. No hesitation. Just that one word, sharp and final. Jungkook stood there, jaw ticking, hands curling into loose fists at his sides. He didn't ask why. He wanted to ask. But he knew if he did, Taehyung would say something that would leave a mark.

Something that would hurt more than he was ready for. So, he just huffed out a sigh and muttered, "Fine. God, fine. I'm going. Have a good night, Taehyung." And Taehyung just pointed toward the door without saying good night back.

— It had been three days since they moved in, and for Taehyung, everything was still new. On the first morning, the sunlight had poured in through the uncovered windows, lighting up the entire bedroom and forcing him awake with a deep frown etched into his face.

After that, he made sure to draw the curtains before bed the next two nights. Then there was Jungkook—roaming around the apartment shirtless in the mornings without any shame. Taehyung had to firmly remind the alpha not to parade around half-naked in front of him.

But the most irritating part? Jungkook had been in the apartment for a full 48 hours straight. And with that, came a barrage of flirty comments that Jungkook refused to hold back, no matter how many insults Taehyung hurled his way.

It made the omega bristle, rolling his eyes more times than he could count. Still, despite the annoyances, Taehyung had to admit the apartment had grown on him. At first, it hadn't felt like home at all, but now, after spending just two days in it, he found himself settling in.

It was strange—how quickly it started to feel like his space. And Jungkook? He was enjoying it all too much—especially the way Taehyung's scent had begun to settle into the apartment. He loved that, loved how the omega was slowly getting comfortable around him.

But of course, it wasn't all sweet and soft. There were moments when Jungkook seriously considered locking Taehyung out on the garden balcony again just to get a moment of silence. So yes—they were both slightly annoyed with each other.

And as if Taehyung's patience hadn't already been stretched thin, there Jungkook was, standing in the middle of the kitchen, drinking orange juice straight from the carton. "You can't be real," Taehyung said, staring at him with pure disbelief as Jungkook chugged orange juice

straight from the giant carton. Jungkook paused mid-gulp, eyes meeting Taehyung's over the rim like he'd been caught mid-crime. After a beat,he pulled the carton away and shrugged. "What?" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand,totally unfazed. "It's more tasty this way."

"It is not! Don't put your used mouth stuff back in there—I also use that fridge, you know!" Taehyung snapped, stepping closer like he was ready to yank the carton right out of Jungkook's hand. But then Jungkook's phone rang, and before Taehyung could launch into a full rant,

Jungkook held up a hand like he was pressing pause on Taehyung's life. "Hold that thought," he said, already answering. "Hello, Mom," Jungkook greeted, but his eyes never left Taehyung. He raised an eyebrow, silently daring the omega to say something, but Taehyung only

narrowed his eyes, clearly not amused. "Why did you call?" he asked and then there was pause and , "Of course you can call, Mom, anytime," he continued, his voice thick with sarcasm. Then, as though he'd completely tuned out the rest of the conversation,

he turned to glance at Taehyung again. "We both are fine, Mom. Getting comfortable here," he said, before adding, "Yes, yes, I'll ask the previous cook to come back. Hmm, so is that all you had to say?" There was another pause, and Jungkook's expression shifted,

a little more annoyed. "Oh, no, of course there's something," he muttered, still looking at Taehyung like he could feel the omega's weird, judgmental stare on him. Taehyung just stared back, his brow furrowed, finding Jungkook's rudeness increasingly unbearable.

Jungkook's mood shifted again after seconds. "On Friday? Are you kidding me? Who planned this—Dad, right?" He groaned loudly. "Tell him to stop making plans on his own. You should've asked us first!" He was getting louder now. "No, I don't want to hear anything, just—no. Bye."

With that, Jungkook ended the call and slipped his phone back in. And Taehyung just stared at him, arms crossed, disbelief painted across his face like a neon warning sign that screamed 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. And Jungkook? he let out a big sigh, tilting his head back

like he was searching the ceiling for patience. "Don't say anything, please," he muttered, already knowing what was coming. There was a moment of silence, but then Taehyung's phone buzzed, cutting through it. He blinked, looked down at the screen,

and then shot a confused look at Jungkook. "What?" Jungkook asked, getting confused too. Taehyung didn't answer—just tilted the phone slightly so Jungkook could see the caller ID.

Jungkook squinted at the name and then his eyes widened slightly. "Wait—is that my mom?" he asked, straightening a little, almost alarmed. Rather than responding, Taehyung accepted the call and quickly put it on speaker, nervousness creeping into his expression—he had no idea

how to talk to Jungkook's mother over the phone. Almost immediately, Somi's cheerful voice rang out. "Taehyung dear, how are you?" "I'm fine," Taehyung answered politely, glancing at Jungkook. "And what about you all?" Jungkook rolled his eyes at the formality in Omega's tone.

"We're all good, very much at peace," Somi replied. "My son isn't here to argue with us, so the house is finally quiet." She let out a hearty laugh, and Taehyung bit his lower lip to stifle his own. Jungkook, however, didn't find it nearly as funny.

"Wow," he said loudly so she could hear. "So this is how you think of me? That I disturb the whole house?" "Oh, sweetheart," Somi said with the fondest tone. "You know we all love you. But it's also true. You make a lot of noise when you're home,

and it's not exactly the best thing." Taehyung stole a glance at Jungkook, who looked at the phone as if it had just stabbed him in the heart. The betrayed expression on his face was priceless. "You're talking just like your husband," Jungkook grumbled.

"He also knows exactly how to make me feel like utter shit." "Jungkook," Somi’s voice turned stern, "Don't talk about your father like that. He loves you very much. Everything he does is for you so you can have a good life ahead. You should—"

"Okay, stop. I've heard this a thousand times. Just stop. Bye—" "Wait!" Somi's voice rushed in before Jungkook could cut the call. "Taehyung, don't hang up. He's trying to stop me from talking to you." Taehyung blinked in surprise. "I—I'm still here," he said quickly.

"Good. Listen, sweetheart, we've planned to go to Busan on Friday to take blessings from our ancestors," Somi said warmly. "But Jungkook is being an absolute brat and refusing even after the promise he made that you both would come if we agreed to let you live alone together."

"I'm not refusing!" Jungkook snapped from the side, clearly offended. "You planned it without asking us first!" Somi ignored him completely, as if he hadn't spoken at all. "Just make sure," she went on, her voice gentle again as she addressed Taehyung, "that you both come to

the main mansion Friday morning so we can go together, okay? It's important." Taehyung glanced at Jungkook, who looked like he was holding back a string of very colorful words, and then back at the phone. "Okay," he said slowly, a little unsure, "I'll try."

"Thanks dear," Somi cooed warmly. "You always listen. Unlike someone standing next to you." Jungkook groaned, throwing his head back. "I'm literally right here!" The call ended with a soft beep, and the room settled into silence for a moment before

Taehyung glanced at Jungkook and said with a shrug, "She's so sweet. Unlike you." Jungkook scoffed. "Please. I'm sweeter than her. You're just ignoring my sweetness." Taehyung rolled his eyes like that was the most ridiculous thing he'd heard all day. “Sure you are.

Anyway, how far is Busan from here? I've never been there." Jungkook gave him a look. "Wait—are you really thinking of going there?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, why not?"

Jungkook groaned again, pacing a little like the thought physically pained him. "Taehyung, they're dragging us to a graveyard. A Jeon family graveyard. It's creepy as hell. All the old alphas and ancestors buried in one place. I don't want you around that weird energy."