Jeon Jungkook (21) – Supreme Alpha ⛓️

The sole heir to the Jeon Empire. A brilliant final-year business student who prefers high-end clubs and lawless street racing over lectures. Spoiled, intensely possessive, and fiercely obsessed once he marks his target.

Kim Taehyung (17) – Submissive Omega 🎨

A fragile, innocent first-year art student. He possesses a rare, sweet vanilla-lavender scent. Highly sensitive to aggression and loud noises, Taehyung loves nothing more than his sketchbooks and a quiet life.

Jeon Namjoon (44) – Supreme Alpha 💼

Jungkook’s father and the formidable CEO of Apex Horizon Real Estate, one of the largest conglomerates in Asia. A powerful leader who softens only for his mate.

Jeon Seokjin (41) – Dominant Omega 👑

Jungkook’s mother. A stunning, high-society elegance personified. While he is a dedicated homemaker, he also independently owns and runs Le Verre Rose, a luxury chain of elite cafes.

Min Jimin (24) – Dominant Omega ✉️

Jungkook’s older brother. A fierce, independent, and highly successful fashion designer running his own luxury label, Mochi Couture.

Min Yoongi / Suga (27) – Dominant Alpha 🎧

Jimin’s husband. The quiet, deeply protective mogul who owns Eclipse Beats Production Houses. He shares a rare, deeply affectionate love marriage with Jimin.

Kim Hoseok / J-Hope (42) – Dominant Alpha 📊

Taehyung’s devoted father. A hardworking, honorable man employed as a Senior Project Manager at Apex Horizon Real Estate.

Kim Ji-eun / IU (39) – Submissive Omega 🌸

Taehyung’s loving mother. A gentle, nurturing homemaker who protects her fragile son with everything she has.

Thankyou for reading 😘

I need

I need, I need (What you need, twin?)

I need (What you need?)

I need, I need

I need the whole stadium to jump

Put your phone down, let's get all the fun

I got my eyes on the row in the front

The vibe is high, if we bein' blunt

The vibe is high, let the building (Hey)

B-T-uh, from everywhere to Korea

Chong kal kibodeu da jom chiwo

Insaengeun jjalba jeungoneun biwo

It's big in real life

Mwol chemyeon ttajyeo naeryeonwa, ya inma

Hop in

Jom deo gakkai wa skin to skin

I need some body to body

All of your body beside me

Jeogi jeo dare dake sone son, neowa na, we on and on, yeah

Sunrise, but we don't go home

Somebody like you, ayy

Somebody like you, oh

Somebody like you, ayy

Somebody like you, somebody like, everybody like you

It's so tight

I mean, neowaui sai

I mean, urimanui geu style

I mean, we livin' the life

Du nuneul gamji aneul i bam, uh

Sotguchineun gyeoreui maeum, mm

Be about it, be about it, be about it

You could see about it or you read about it

I need some body to body

All of your body beside me

Jeogi jeo dare dake sone son, neowa na, we on and on, yeah

Sunrise, but we don't go home

Somebody like you, ayy

Somebody like you, oh

Somebody like you, ayy

Somebody like you, somebody like

Everbody like you, ayy

Somebody like you, oh

Somebody like you, ayy

Somebody like you, somebody like, everbody like you

Arirang, arirang, arariyo

Arirang gogaero neomeoganda

Nareul beorigo gasineun nimeun

Simnido motgaseo balbyeongnanda

I need the whole stadium to jump

Put your phone down, let's get all the fun

You at the side, at the back, at the front

The bass vibrated through the floorboards of Neon Underworld, the most exclusive underground club in Seoul. Lasers sliced through the hazy air, catching the expensive diamond studs in Jeon Jungkook’s ears. At twenty-one, the Supreme Alpha possessed a physical presence that commanded immediate submission from anyone in his vicinity. His dark hair fell carelessly over his forehead, and his leather jacket smelled faintly of expensive smoke, burning rubber, and his own intoxicating, heavy cedarwood pheromones.

"Drink up, young master!" one of his sycophantic college friends shouted over the music, sliding a glass of amber liquid across the VIP booth.

Jungkook smirked, downing the shot effortlessly. He was a final-year business student at the prestigious Seoul National Elite Academy, though he rarely showed up for lectures. He didn't need to. He possessed a terrifyingly brilliant mind that allowed him to ace every exam with zero effort, a fact that only enabled his parents, Namjoon and Seokjin, to spoil him further. To Jungkook, the world was a playground built solely for his amusement. Nothing resisted him. Nothing defied him.

"I'm bored," Jungkook muttered, tossing the empty glass onto the glass table. He stood up, towering over his friends. "I'm heading to the company. My old man owes me my monthly allowance boost."

"At two in the afternoon?" his friend laughed. "The CEO is going to lecture you, Jungkook."

"Let him try," Jungkook replied, a confident, arrogant grin spreading across his handsome face.

Thirty minutes later, Jungkook’s matte-black sports car screeched to a halt in front of the towering glass skyscraper of Apex Horizon Real Estate. The security guards bowed low, scrambling to open the doors as the young heir strode into the lobby, completely ignoring the respectful greetings of the corporate staff. He took the private elevator straight to the top floor, intending to demand his money and leave for the next party.

When the elevator doors slid open on the executive floor, Jungkook stepped out, adjusting his leather jacket. But just as he bypassed the main reception desk, a scent hit him.

It wasn't the chemical perfume of the omegas he usually encountered in clubs. It was pure, unadulterated, and intoxicatingly sweet—a blend of fresh vanilla orchids and rain-kissed lavender. Jungkook’s inner Alpha roared instantly, a primal, possessive surge freezing him in his tracks. His pupils dilated as his eyes frantically scanned the corridor.

And then, he saw him.

A slender, breathtakingly beautiful boy was standing near the lounge area. He wore an oversized, soft cream sweater that swallowed his small frame, and his hands were carefully holding a neatly packed stainless-steel tiffin box. He looked no older than seventeen, his large, innocent sparkling eyes blinking curiously at the modern corporate art on the walls.

"Appa?" the boy whispered softly, his voice like velvet.

Jungkook felt the air leave his lungs. The Supreme Alpha within him pinned its target with absolute, terrifying certainty. Mine, the voice growled inside his head. He belongs to me.

Before Jungkook could move, a middle-aged man in a sharp corporate suit hurried out from the operations room. It was Kim Hoseok, one of the company’s dedicated Senior Project Managers.

"Taehyungie!" Hoseok smiled warmly, walking over to embrace the boy. "You didn't have to bring lunch all the way from home, sweetie. Your mom must have worked hard."

"Eomma wanted you to have a warm meal, Appa," Taehyung said, a radiant, boxy smile breaking across his face. The sight of that smile sent a bolt of raw, consuming electricity straight through Jungkook’s chest.

Jungkook stepped out from the shadows of the hallway, his heavy, suffocating Alpha aura flaring intentionally. The sudden pressure in the air made Hoseok freeze, his instincts warning him of a superior predator. Taehyung instantly gasped, his small shoulders tensing as he instinctively hid slightly behind his father, his scent spiking with sudden, overwhelming fear.

"M-Mr. Jeon," Hoseok stammered, bowing deeply as he recognized the CEO's son. "Good afternoon, sir."

Jungkook didn't acknowledge Hoseok. His piercing, dark eyes were locked entirely on Taehyung, tracking the way the younger boy’s long eyelashes trembled. Jungkook took a slow, predatory step forward, the heavy scent of cedarwood invading Taehyung’s space.

"Who is this?" Jungkook asked, his voice deep, gravelly, and dripping with an authority that left no room for refusal.

"This is my son, Kim Taehyung, sir," Hoseok replied nervously, sensing the dangerous intensity in the young Alpha's gaze. "He's... he's just a first-year art student. He was just leaving."

"Art student," Jungkook repeated slowly, rolling the words on his tongue as if tasting them. He stepped closer, forcing Hoseok to step back slightly to shield his son. Jungkook tilted his head, his gaze boring into Taehyung's frightened eyes. "You're very quiet, sweetheart."

Taehyung gripped the tiffin box tightly, his knuckles turning white. The sheer intensity of the Alpha before him—the dark, suffocating power radiating from him—made Taehyung’s chest tighten. He hated loud noises, he hated aggression, and this Alpha felt like the absolute embodiment of danger.

"L-Let's go, Appa," Taehyung whispered, his voice trembling so softly it was barely audible. He refused to look at Jungkook, turning his head away to avoid the intense stare.

The rejection, even so slight, made Jungkook’s jaw clench. No one looked away from him. No one ignored him. Yet this fragile, beautiful Omega was shrinking away from him as if he were a monster. A dark, twisted thrill bloomed in Jungkook’s heart.

"I'll see you around, Taehyung," Jungkook promised, his voice a low, dangerous promise.

Without waiting for a reply, Jungkook turned and walked into his father's office, his mind completely wiped of any thoughts of money or parties. His world had just narrowed down to a single, terrified Omega who smelled of lavender.

Thank you for reading 😘

A week had passed since that fateful afternoon at Apex Horizon Real Estate, but for Jeon Jungkook, time had become irrelevant. He could not sleep, he could not drink, and the club scenes that once amused him now felt utterly hollow. His bedroom in the massive Jeon mansion was filled with the faint, lingering memory of a scent he had only caught once.

​Downstairs, the family was gathered for breakfast. The dining table was spread with a lavish feast. Jeon Namjoon was reading through a financial report, while Seokjin, radiant and elegant, was sipping tea. Across from them sat Jimin, looking effortlessly chic in a silk blouse, leaning against his husband, Yoongi, who was quietly reviewing a production contract for Eclipse Beats.

​"Jungkook, you haven't touched your food," Seokjin noted, his sharp Omega instincts picking up on his youngest son’s tense, brooding energy. "And your father tells me you haven't asked for a single credit card upgrade this week. Are you sick?"

​"I'm fine, Eomma," Jungkook muttered, staring blankly at his phone.

​Jimin smirked, taking a bite of fruit. "He probably finally met an Alpha who beat him in a street race. Or an Omega who actually told him 'no'."

​Jungkook’s eyes flashed a dangerous crimson for a split second, a low growl escaping his throat. Yoongi immediately shifted, his own dominant Alpha pheromones rising slightly to protect Jimin, though his expression remained calm.

​"Control your temper, Jungkook," Namjoon said, his deep, booming voice cutting through the tension without him even raising it. "You're in our home. Respect your brother."

​Jungkook stood up, throwing his napkin onto the table. "I'm going out."

​"Don't forget your university presentation tomorrow!" Seokjin called out, but the heavy front doors had already slammed shut.

​Jungkook knew exactly where he was going. He had used his family's resources to track Taehyung's schedule down to the exact minute. Taehyung was currently attending a student art exhibition at the Glow Canvas Gallery, a small, quiet space near the university district.

​When Jungkook arrived, the gallery was peaceful, filled with soft classical music and a few art enthusiasts. And there, standing in front of a large canvas depicting a stormy sea, was Taehyung. He looked angelic, wearing a soft pastel blue beret and a matching oversized coat. He held a sketchbook tightly against his chest, completely absorbed in the art.

​Jungkook approached silently, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpets. He intentionally suppressed his heavy scent this time, wanting to get close before the fragile boy could run.

​"Do you like storms?" Jungkook’s deep voice shattered the silence right next to Taehyung's ear.

​Taehyung flinched violently, gasping as he stumbled back a step. His eyes went wide with recognition as he looked up at the tall Alpha. The same leather jacket, the same piercing, obsessive dark eyes. Fear instantly gripped Taehyung's throat.

​"Y-You..." Taehyung whispered, his voice shaking. "Why are you here?"

​"I like art," Jungkook said smoothly, though his eyes never once looked at the canvas behind Taehyung. They were locked onto Taehyung's soft, pink lips. "Especially beautiful things."

​"Please leave me alone," Taehyung said, his voice dropping to a panicked plea. He looked around, realizing the gallery was mostly empty. The quietness, which usually comforted him, now felt terrifying because it left him alone with this imposing stranger. "I don't know you."

​"We can fix that," Jungkook took a step forward, cornering Taehyung against the gallery wall. He let a fraction of his cedarwood scent bleed into the air, heavy and dominating. "My name is Jeon Jungkook. Now you know me."

​"I don't want to know you!" Taehyung suddenly cried out, his voice cracking with emotion. The sudden loudness of his own voice in the quiet gallery scared him even more. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. "You're scary. Go away!"

​Taehyung pushed past Jungkook’s broad chest with all the strength his small hands could muster. To Jungkook, it felt like a feather pressing against a brick wall, but he allowed the Omega to break away.

​Jungkook watched as Taehyung practically ran out of the gallery, his soft lavender scent fluttering through the air like a dying butterfly. Jungkook stood in the empty space, a dark, dangerous smirk spreading across his face. He wiped a hand over his mouth, tasting the air.

​"Run all you want, sweetheart," Jungkook whispered to the empty room. "You're just making the hunt more fun."

​Thank you for reading 😘