I didn't even know you were in bed until you started yelling." "Oh please," Taehyung scoffed. "You didn't notice me when you were squeezing me like a damn pillow?" "I thought it was a dream!" Jungkook argued. "You don't get it—I didn't do it on purpose.

I wouldn't do that to you. Not like that." He paused, breathing a little heavier, trying to calm himself. "I'd never hurt you like that. I know you don't trust me... but don't say I tried to take advantage of you. That's not who I am."

But Taehyung didn't stop there. "You're not who you pretend to be, Jungkook," he said, tone sharp and biting. "You talk soft, act all worried—but you're the same person who made living hell of my life." Jungkook's head tilted, a slow blink following. "Taehyung..."

"You play this sweet act, but it's just that—an act. You just want to claim me like some possession." "Stop," Jungkook warned, voice low and tight. But Taehyung kept going, voice rising. "Yes you only act like you care, but you don't.

You just want to control me. You don't love me—you just want me marked, tied to you, like I'm nothing but your damn omega—" Something snapped. In a flash, Jungkook grabbed Taehyung by the wrists and shoved him back onto the bed, pinning him down with the kind of strength that

came naturally to alphas. The air left Taehyung's lungs in a startled gasp as his back hit the mattress, and before he could even react, Jungkook was on top of him—knees on either side of his thighs, looming over him like a storm. Taehyung's heart kicked up wildly. "Jungko—"

"Don't," Jungkook growled, voice low, guttural, barely human. His breath fanned hot across Taehyung's throat as he dipped closer. "You really want to see the side of me you keep talking shit about?" Taehyung's body froze. Jungkook leaned in, so close his lips almost brushed

Taehyung's scent gland. His nose dragged along the curve of Taehyung's neck slowly,possessively. "I could break you right now," he whispered darkly. "I can bury my teeth in your neck and make you mine before you even realize what's happening. You wouldn't stop me. You couldn't."

Taehyung trembled, trying to twist away, but there was nowhere to go—not with Jungkook pinning him so firmly, so effortlessly. His human side screamed at him. Alpha. Danger. Too close. But his omega side acted like it didn't mind being pinned at all.

"But I haven't done anything," Jungkook said, voice sharper now, bitter. "You think I'm dangerous? You think I'm lying? You think I don't love you? Fine. But don't stand there and throw your accusations at me like you know a fucking thing about what I feel." Taehyung's mouth

parted to speak, but no sound came out. Jungkook laughed—cold, sharp. "And don't act like you don't know what you're doing either. You sleep in my bed without telling, push all my buttons, and then act like some helpless little thing when I do something by mistake."

He leaned down again, nose brushing skin. "This body?" he hissed. "Mine. I could have it any time. But I haven't. Because I don't want to force you. I want you to want me too. I want you to choose me. I want you begging me to take you." The last words were a growl, deep

and primal, vibrating against Taehyung's neck. Then he pulled back—slowly, and stared down at Taehyung with a twisted little smirk, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So stop throwing your petty accusations at me, sweetheart," he murmured. "Because one day, I might not hold back."

And with that, Jungkook let go of his wrists and pushed himself off the bed like nothing had happened, leaving Taehyung breathless, rattled, and staring up at the ceiling like the air had just been knocked out of him.

OK bye 👋