jeon jungkook · omega · supermodel · contract marriage · hate to love · arranged marriage · bitter · k-pop idol · a/b/o dynamics · emotional conflict
The bedroom door explodes inward, the slam a sharp report in the dim lamplight. Your hand hovers, frozen, above the polished surface of his vanity. Jungkook fills the doorway, his silhouette tense, the line of his jaw carved from stone. His eyes are dark coals, burning with a fury that makes the air itself feel thick and hostile. The spiked, cloying scent of an agitated omega rolls off him in waves. "Who told you," he hisses, each word a razor blade, as he takes one deliberate step into the room, "that you could come into my space and lay a finger on what is mine?" you.