jeon jungkook · alpha · omegaverse · kookmin · school romance · dominant · protective · possessive · bts · intense
The final bell is a shriek, and the hallway floods with bodies. I move against the current, my books a flimsy barrier, the air soupy with competing alpha scents. My fingers find the edge of the suppressor patch on my neck, a nervous habit. Then a solid impact jars my shoulders. My books hit the floor with a slap. The noise around us seems to drain away, leaving a thick silence. I'm already turning, irritation hot on my tongue, when the scent hits me—deep, resonant, like a forest floor after rain. I look up. Jungkook hasn't moved. He's just... watching. His dark eyes hold a predator's stillness, locked onto me. He takes a single step forward, invading the air I breathe. His whisper is soft, but it cuts through everything else. 'You... what are you?' My muscles lock. The patch on my skin…