INTRODUCTION

Jeon Taehyung

Director of JT MUSIC COMPANY

Age-26

Husband of Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook

Ceo of JT MUSIC COMPANY

Age - 30

Husband of Taehyung

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Taehyung was a perfectionist. As the director of Jungkook's music company, his weeks were often swallowed by meetings, production schedules, and endless phone calls. This week was no different. He hadn’t come home in six days, working tirelessly to perfect the company’s latest project. Jungkook understood—it was one of the things he loved about his husband—but the ache of missing him had grown unbearable.

Late Friday evening, Jungkook sat in their quiet apartment, staring at the untouched dinner on the table. He knew Taehyung was safe, but his absence weighed heavily on him. With a sigh, Jungkook grabbed his coat. If Taehyung couldn’t come home, he’d bring home to him.

At the studio, the dim light from Taehyung’s office seeped into the hallway. Peeking through the glass door, Jungkook saw him, head bent over his desk, glasses perched on his nose, hair messy from hours of work. Jungkook’s heart clenched at the sight.

He knocked softly before stepping inside. Taehyung looked up, surprise and exhaustion mixing on his face. “Jungkook? What are you doing here?”

“Came to see my husband,” Jungkook said, smiling. He walked over, placing a kiss on Taehyung’s forehead. “You’ve been working too hard.”

“I’m almost done—”

Jungkook interrupted him by gently pulling him to his feet. “No, you’re done for tonight. I miss you, Tae. Let me steal you for a while.”

Taehyung hesitated, but the warmth in Jungkook’s eyes melted his resolve. “Alright. But just for a bit,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Jungkook didn’t take him home. Instead, he drove them to a quiet spot overlooking the city. They sat in the car, sharing takeout and talking about everything and nothing. For the first time in days, Taehyung’s laughter echoed freely.

As the city lights twinkled below, Jungkook reached over and intertwined their fingers. “You work so hard, Tae. Just don’t forget—I’ll always be waiting for you.”

Taehyung squeezed his hand, his heart full. “And I’ll always come back to you.”

That night, amidst the quiet hum of the city, their love felt as infinite as the stars above.

As the car's heater hummed softly, the tension that had gripped Taehyung’s shoulders all week began to ease. He leaned his head back against the seat, glancing sideways at Jungkook. The faint glow from the dashboard illuminated his husband’s profile—calm, steady, yet tinged with a quiet longing that Taehyung couldn’t ignore.

“Did I really make you miss me this much?” Taehyung asked softly, his voice laced with guilt.

Jungkook chuckled, keeping his eyes on the road. “You have no idea. It’s too quiet without you, Tae. I kept waiting for you to walk in, complain about my messy desk, or steal my hoodies. But you never came.”

Taehyung bit his lip, his guilt deepening. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…”

Jungkook reached over and placed a reassuring hand on Taehyung’s knee. “Don’t apologize. I know you’re doing what you love. I just needed to remind you that I love you too—and I need you just as much as your work does.”

They soon arrived at their spot, a quiet hill overlooking the glittering cityscape. Jungkook had stumbled upon it years ago during one of his late-night drives, and it had since become their special place. The view stretched endlessly, the city lights twinkling like a sea of stars.

Jungkook parked the car and turned to Taehyung with a grin. “Stay here.” He hopped out, went around to the trunk, and returned with a blanket and a bag of takeout.

Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh. “You planned all this?”

“Of course,” Jungkook said, setting up the blanket on the hood of the car. “I knew you wouldn’t let me take you to a fancy restaurant. This is better, right?”

Taehyung climbed out, pulling his coat tighter against the cool night air, and joined Jungkook on the makeshift picnic spot. The two of them sat side by side, sharing bites of greasy but delicious food and talking.

Taehyung told Jungkook about the project—the challenges, the breakthroughs, and the little victories that kept him going. Jungkook listened intently, nodding and offering the occasional encouraging word. In return, Taehyung asked about Jungkook’s week, laughing at his stories about the chaos in the recording studio.

The hours slipped by unnoticed, the city below them growing quieter as the night deepened. Taehyung leaned his head against Jungkook’s shoulder, feeling a warmth that no amount of studio lights could replicate.

“Thank you,” Taehyung murmured.

“For what?” Jungkook asked, turning slightly to look at him.

“For reminding me to slow down,” Taehyung said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I get so caught up in work that I forget what really matters sometimes. But you… you always bring me back.”

Jungkook kissed the top of Taehyung’s head, his lips lingering for a moment. “That’s what we’re here for, Tae. To keep each other grounded.”

They stayed there until the early hours of the morning, wrapped in each other’s arms, surrounded by the stillness of the world.

When they finally returned home, Taehyung knew he’d return to the studio soon—there was still work to be done. But tonight, for the first time in days, he fell asleep in Jungkook’s arms, his heart lighter and his love deeper than ever.

                        ... The End ...

INTRODUCTION

Jeon Jungkook

kim Taehyung

The scent hit Jungkook the moment he entered the café—a sweet, intoxicating aroma of honey and jasmine that sent his alpha instincts into overdrive. His sharp eyes scanned the room, settling on a familiar figure in the corner. Taehyung, his omega, sat quietly, stirring his tea, seemingly unaware of the chaos his presence was causing in Jungkook’s mind.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened as he stalked across the room, his broad frame exuding authority. The surrounding patrons instinctively shrank back, sensing the intensity rolling off the alpha in waves.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook’s deep voice rumbled, drawing the omega’s attention instantly.

Taehyung looked up, startled. His wide, doe-like eyes blinked in surprise before a faint blush spread across his cheeks. “Jungkook,” he murmured, his voice soft and almost timid.

Jungkook didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he tilted Taehyung’s chin up with two fingers, his dark eyes boring into the omega’s. “You didn’t tell me you were coming here.”

“I—I didn’t think I needed to,” Taehyung stammered, his heart racing under Jungkook’s intense gaze.

Jungkook let out a low growl, a sound that sent shivers down Taehyung’s spine. “You don’t wander off without telling me, Taehyung. What if something had happened to you? Do you know how vulnerable you are out here?”

Taehyung lowered his eyes, guilt washing over him. “I didn’t mean to worry you…”

Jungkook leaned closer, his voice firm but laced with a dangerous edge. “Worrying me isn’t the problem. It’s the fact that you think you can handle things on your own without me.” He grabbed Taehyung’s wrist, not painfully but with enough force to remind him who was in control. “I’m your alpha. Your safety is my responsibility, and I won’t tolerate you putting yourself at risk.”

Taehyung’s breath hitched as he felt the commanding weight of Jungkook’s words. The omega in him wanted to submit, to curl into Jungkook’s strength and let him take the lead. “I—I just needed some time to think…”

“Think?” Jungkook’s lips quirked into a smirk, though his eyes remained sharp. “You overthink too much, Taehyung. That’s why you’re always stressed. From now on, you tell me everything. You don’t make decisions without me. Understood?”

Taehyung nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes, Jungkook.”

“Good.” Jungkook pulled him to his feet effortlessly, wrapping a possessive arm around his waist. The café patrons avoided their gaze as Jungkook led Taehyung out, his dominance radiating like an unyielding force.

Once outside, Jungkook pressed Taehyung against the wall, his hands gripping the omega’s waist. “You belong to me, Taehyung. Every step you take, every breath you breathe—I’ll always be there. You understand that, don’t you?”

Taehyung nodded again, his cheeks flushed as he whispered, “I do.”

“Good,” Jungkook murmured, his lips brushing Taehyung’s ear. “Because I’ll never let you forget it.”

With that, Jungkook claimed Taehyung’s lips in a kiss that was both possessive and tender, sealing the bond that tied them together. The omega melted into his alpha’s embrace, finally finding the comfort he didn’t know he’d been seeking.

Jungkook pulled back slightly, his voice softer now but no less commanding. “Let’s go home, Taehyung. You’re mine to take care of, and I won’t let anything—or anyone—get in the way of that.”

And as they walked away, Taehyung couldn’t help but feel safe, cherished, and completely, irrevocably claimed.

The car ride home was tense but charged with an electric undercurrent. Jungkook kept one hand firmly on the steering wheel, the other resting possessively on Taehyung’s thigh. His thumb stroked the soft fabric of the omega’s jeans, a subtle reminder of who was in control.

Taehyung sat quietly, his head bowed slightly, stealing glances at Jungkook through his lashes. The alpha’s jaw was set, his sharp features illuminated by the passing streetlights. Though his expression was stern, Taehyung could see the concern hidden behind Jungkook’s dominant demeanor.

When they arrived at their shared home, Jungkook didn’t wait for Taehyung to move. He stepped out, opened the passenger door, and pulled the omega out with an effortless strength that made Taehyung’s knees weak.

“Inside,” Jungkook ordered, his voice low and commanding.

Taehyung obeyed without hesitation, his heart pounding as he stepped into their home. Jungkook followed closely, shutting the door behind him with a resounding thud.

Before Taehyung could take another step, Jungkook spun him around, pinning him gently but firmly against the wall. The alpha’s towering frame loomed over him, his dark eyes filled with a mix of frustration and desire.

“Do you know what it does to me, Taehyung?” Jungkook growled, his hands on either side of the omega’s head. “Knowing you’re out there, vulnerable, where anything could happen? It drives me insane.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Taehyung whispered, his voice trembling. “I just needed space to clear my head…”

Jungkook’s lips curled into a smirk, though his gaze remained intense. “Space? You don’t need space, Taehyung. You need me. I’m your alpha. It’s my job to protect you, guide you, and remind you who you belong to.”

Taehyung’s breath hitched, his omega instincts urging him to submit. He lowered his eyes, exposing the soft curve of his neck in a silent gesture of surrender.

Jungkook’s growl deepened, satisfaction evident as he leaned in, his nose brushing against the omega’s scent gland. “That’s right,” he murmured, his voice a velvety rasp. “You’re mine, Taehyung. And I won’t let you forget it.”

The alpha’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin of Taehyung’s neck, sending a shiver down his spine. Taehyung’s hands clutched Jungkook’s shirt, his body pliant under the alpha’s touch.

“I need to hear you say it,” Jungkook demanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” Taehyung breathed, his voice barely audible but filled with sincerity.

Jungkook pulled back just enough to look into the omega’s eyes, his gaze softening slightly. “Good. Never forget that.”

With a gentleness that contrasted his earlier dominance, Jungkook scooped Taehyung into his arms and carried him to their bedroom. He set the omega down on the bed, brushing a strand of hair from Taehyung’s flushed face.

“I know you want to prove you’re strong, Taehyung,” Jungkook said, his voice softer now. “And you are. But strength doesn’t mean you have to handle everything alone. I’m here for you—for everything. Do you understand?”

Taehyung nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I do. I’m sorry for making you worry.”

Jungkook leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to Taehyung’s forehead. “You don’t have to apologize. Just let me take care of you.”

For the rest of the night, Jungkook showed Taehyung exactly what it meant to be cared for, his actions firm yet tender, dominant yet full of love. And as the omega drifted off to sleep in his alpha’s arms, he realized that surrendering to Jungkook’s care didn’t make him weak—it made him whole.

THE END

INTRODUCTION

Jeon Jungkook and Jeon Taehyung

Jeon Taegukk

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The rain had finally stopped, leaving behind the fresh scent of wet asphalt and a city buzzing with life. In the midst of all the chaos, a tiny figure stood alone near the school gates, his black suit slightly crumpled, his face smeared with dirt and faint bruises. His messy dark hair clung to his forehead, and despite the scuffle he had just been in, he stood proud—shoulders squared, chin up, blue pacifier in his mouth like a king surveying his kingdom.

(A.N - This story was inspired by this 👆 pic )

This was Taegukk Jeon, the only son of Taehyung and Jungkook Jeon—the rulers of the most powerful mafia family in the city. But right now, he wasn’t the feared heir of the Jeon empire. He was just a naughty little boy who had gotten into another fight at school.

Taegukk had never been an easy child. Mischievous, defiant, and full of energy, he had inherited both his fathers' fiery tempers and their sharp minds. It wasn’t his fault that some brat thought he could push him around just because Taegukk always had bodyguards lurking nearby. Today, one of them had the audacity to grab his locket—the small silver one his Papa Taehyung had given him, the one that had his name engraved inside.

So, naturally, Taegukk had punched him. Twice.

Now, he waited outside the school, his small hands stuffed into his pockets, backpack hanging loosely over one shoulder. A sleek black car pulled up in front of him, and the door swung open to reveal a tall, broad-shouldered man in a tailored suit. Marco, his father’s right-hand man.

Marco took one look at Taegukk’s bruised face and sighed. “Again?”

Taegukk popped the pacifier from his mouth and grinned cheekily. “He touched my stuff. I touched his face.”

Marco snorted, shaking his head as he wiped a smudge of blood from the boy’s cheek with a handkerchief. “Your fathers aren’t gonna like this.”

Taegukk climbed into the car, kicking his legs playfully against the seat. “Appa will be mad. But Papa? He’ll just say I have ‘good instincts.’”

Marco couldn’t argue with that. Between Taehyung’s sharp wit and Jungkook’s brutal efficiency, their son was bound to be a handful.

Back at the Jeon estate, things were tense. Jungkook sat at his desk, dressed in an all-black suit, his sharp eyes scanning the reports in front of him. His presence alone was enough to make full-grown men tremble, but right now, his concern was his son. Across from him, Taehyung lounged lazily in a chair, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand, his sharp feline eyes filled with amusement.

The moment the door opened and Taegukk strolled in, Jungkook’s eyes narrowed. “Taegukk. What happened?”

Taegukk pouted. “They started it.”

Jungkook’s gaze was sharp as he leaned forward. “And you finished it?”

Taegukk smirked. “Obviously.”

Taehyung chuckled, walking over to ruffle his son’s hair. “That’s my boy.”

Jungkook sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can’t go around punching kids every day, Taegukk.”

The little boy crossed his arms. “Then they shouldn’t touch my things.”

Taehyung grinned, clearly entertained, while Jungkook groaned. Raising Taegukk was like handling a miniature mafia boss in the making.

Jungkook finally sighed and picked up his son, placing him on his lap. “Next time, use words before fists.”

Taegukk grinned. “And if words don’t work?”

Jungkook smirked. “Then make sure you punch hard enough that they won’t bother you again.”

Taehyung burst out laughing. “See, Jungkook? He’s learning just fine.”

Jungkook shook his head, but deep down, he was proud. His son was going to rule the Jeon empire one day—and no one, absolutely no one, would dare stand in his way.

After his little "talk" with his fathers, Taegukk was sent to his room—not exactly as punishment, but more like a temporary time-out before Taehyung ended up encouraging his bad behavior even more.

The Jeon mansion was massive, a fortress of power surrounded by high walls and security teams that never let their guard down. But Taegukk, being the little menace he was, had already memorized every secret passage, hidden tunnel, and blind spot in the security cameras.

And so, instead of staying in his room like a good boy, Taegukk did what he always did. He escaped.

With the skill of a seasoned thief, he slipped out of his bedroom window, climbed down the trellis, and landed gracefully on the garden grass below. He adjusted his tiny suit jacket and grinned. Freedom.

He didn’t go far, though. His mission was simple: find trouble.

And trouble, for Taegukk, usually meant sneaking into his father Jungkook’s private office—the one place he wasn’t allowed to be.

He tiptoed through the dimly lit halls, dodging guards with practiced ease. Reaching the heavy wooden door of Jungkook’s study, he pressed his ear against it. Voices. His father wasn’t alone.

Curiosity burned in his little chest. He quietly twisted the doorknob and slipped inside, hiding behind the large bookshelf.

“Boss, the Lee family is making moves in our territory,” a deep voice reported.

Taegukk peeked through the gap between books. His father Jungkook sat behind the massive desk, his expression unreadable, while several of his men stood before him, awaiting orders.

Jungkook leaned back, fingers steepled. “And their leader?”

“Hiding. But we found his son.”

A slow, dark smirk spread across Jungkook’s face. Taegukk had seen that look before—it meant someone was about to regret their life choices.

Jungkook exhaled, his voice cold. “Then we have leverage.”

Taegukk’s eyes widened. Ohhh. This is the good stuff.

Unfortunately for him, his excitement got the best of him. He shifted his position—and knocked over a book.

A loud thud echoed in the silent office.

Jungkook’s head snapped up. “Who’s there?”

Before Taegukk could react, a strong arm yanked him out of his hiding spot.

“Little boss?” Marco groaned, holding the boy up like a misbehaving kitten. “How the hell did you get in here?”

Jungkook’s gaze darkened. “Taegukk.”

The boy gave his best innocent smile. “Hi, Appa.”

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose. “Out. Now.”

“But I was just listening!” Taegukk protested. “I wanna know about the enemy too! What’s a leverage? Are we kidnapping people? Are we torturing them? Can I hel—”

“OUT.”

Marco, trying not to laugh, carried the squirming boy out the door. As soon as they were outside, Taegukk crossed his arms, pouting.

“This is unfair. I wanna be a part of the meetings too.”

Marco sighed. “Kid, you’re five.”

“I’m five and a half.”

“Doesn’t change anything.”

Taegukk huffed. “Papa would let me.”

Marco snorted. “Yeah, and that’s why we don’t tell him everything.”

Still sulking, Taegukk stomped back toward his room, already plotting his next mischief. One day, they’d take him seriously. One day, he’d run the Jeon empire.

But for now, he just had to survive not getting caught by Jungkook again.

After being dragged out of his father’s office, Taegukk knew one thing for certain—he needed a new plan. His fathers were underestimating him, treating him like some ordinary kid. But he was a Jeon, and Jeons didn’t just sit around doing homework while important business was happening.

So, naturally, Taegukk did what any self-respecting mafia heir would do. He ran away.

Not in a dramatic, never-coming-back kind of way—more like a “let’s see how much trouble I can cause before they notice” kind of way.

The Great Escape

The Jeon mansion was a fortress, but Taegukk was practically born within these walls. He knew all the secret exits, all the guard shifts, and exactly when his fathers were too busy to check on him. So, after stuffing some snacks into his backpack, he slipped past the guards and out through the hidden tunnel near the back gardens.

The city outside was buzzing with life—neon signs flashing, expensive cars zooming past, and the scent of street food filling the air. Freedom!

Taegukk’s first stop? The underground fight club.

The Little Boss in the Lion’s Den

He had overheard his uncle Jimin talking about it—an illegal fighting ring where bets were placed on the toughest men in the city. Obviously, a five-year-old wasn’t allowed inside. But Taegukk had two things working for him: his Jeon name and his adorable face.

So when he strolled up to the entrance, the bouncer—a huge, tattooed man with scars on his face—looked down in confusion.

“Kid, this ain’t a daycare.”

Taegukk smirked. “I know. Let me in.”

The bouncer scoffed. “And why would I do that?”

Taegukk crossed his arms. “Because my name is Jeon Taegukk. And my Appa owns this city.”

The bouncer hesitated. No one, no one, messed with the Jeons.

Another man—one of the fight organizers—walked up. “What’s the kid doing here?”

Taegukk grinned. “I wanna make a bet.”

Now, this got their attention. A mafia heir placing bets? This was either a genius move or a disaster waiting to happen.

The organizer crouched down. “Who are you betting on, little prince?”

Taegukk pointed at the biggest, scariest fighter in the ring. “That guy. The one with the mean face.”

The men laughed, but they took his money anyway. Taegukk sat in the front row, legs swinging, watching as the fight began. It was brutal—punches, blood, and a knockout so strong the loser didn’t get up for a full minute.

Taegukk’s fighter won.

He cheered, clapping his tiny hands, as the men around him started whispering. The Jeon kid had an eye for winners.

The Jeons Find Out

Unfortunately for Taegukk, his freedom didn’t last long.

Back at the Jeon mansion, Jungkook had been in the middle of discussing business when a bodyguard rushed in, pale as a ghost.

“Boss—your son is missing.”

Silence. Deadly silence.

Taehyung, who had been lounging comfortably, raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

Jungkook’s entire aura shifted. “Find. Him. Now.”

Within minutes, every Jeon enforcer was out searching. But it wasn’t hard to track down Taegukk—especially when one of the fight club organizers called, nervously asking if the Jeons had, in fact, given their five-year-old permission to bet on illegal fights.

Thirty minutes later, the underground club’s doors slammed open.

Jungkook and Taehyung walked in, dressed in all black, looking like the literal grim reapers.

The entire room went silent. Even the fighters, who had been throwing punches just moments ago, froze in place.

And in the middle of it all, sitting on a high chair with a bag of chips, was Taegukk.

“Appa! Papa!” He grinned, waving happily. “I won a bet!”

Jungkook closed his eyes, taking a slow breath. This child.

Taehyung, on the other hand, burst out laughing. “That’s my boy!”

Jungkook shot him a glare. “You are not encouraging this.”

Taegukk pouted. “But I won money.”

Jungkook picked him up effortlessly, holding him like a misbehaving kitten. “We’ll discuss this at home.”

Taehyung chuckled, ruffling his son’s hair. “Next time, take me with you, hmm?”

Jungkook groaned. He was surrounded by chaos.

And yet, deep down, he knew one thing for certain—Taegukk was truly their son. A born Jeon.

The car ride home was dead silent.

Taegukk, now seated between his fathers in the back of their bulletproof black SUV, kicked his little legs innocently. He had a bag of chips in one hand, his pacifier in his mouth, and a smug little smirk that was definitely inherited from Taehyung.

Jungkook, however, looked like he was five seconds away from losing his mind.

“Taegukk,” Jungkook finally spoke, voice eerily calm. “Would you like to explain why you were betting on underground fights?”

Taegukk popped the pacifier from his mouth. “Because I was bored.”

Jungkook inhaled deeply. “Bored?”

Taehyung, who was clearly trying not to laugh, glanced out the window, avoiding his husband’s glare.

“Appa,” Taegukk continued, as if he hadn’t just given his father a heart attack, “I won! That means I have good instincts. Papa said instincts are important.”

Jungkook turned to Taehyung, his expression a clear “Are you serious?”

Taehyung grinned. “Well, he’s not wrong.”

Jungkook groaned. “He’s five, Taehyung!”

“Five and a half,” Taegukk corrected.

Jungkook turned back to his son. “I don’t care if you have ‘good instincts.’ You are not sneaking out again.”

Taegukk crossed his arms. “Then let me join meetings. I wanna be part of the family business.”

Jungkook rubbed his temples. This child.

“You are part of the family business,” Jungkook said firmly. “You just don’t need to be breaking laws before you’re even in grade school.”

Taegukk huffed. “Then what am I supposed to do? Read books? Play with toys?” He scrunched his nose. “Boring.”

Jungkook sighed. He knew his son was smart—too smart. Keeping him out of trouble was like trying to control a wildfire.

Then, suddenly, Taehyung clapped his hands. “Alright! I have an idea.”

Jungkook gave him a warning look. “If this involves anything illegal, I swear—”

“It doesn’t,” Taehyung said far too innocently. “I’m just saying… if our little prince wants to be part of the family business, maybe he should start training.”

Taegukk’s ears perked up. “Training?”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “Training for what?”

Taehyung smirked. “Self-defense. Strategy. Stealth. If he wants to be a Jeon, he has to act like one. Right, baby?” He ruffled Taegukk’s hair.

Taegukk’s eyes lit up. “YES! I wanna train! Can I hold a gun? Can I fight people? Can I—”

“No,” Jungkook said immediately.

Taehyung laughed. “Not yet, Gukkie. But he can learn discipline.”

Jungkook exhaled. He knew he wasn’t winning this battle. And if it kept Taegukk occupied… maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Fine,” he relented. “But if you try to sneak out again, training is over.”

Taegukk beamed. “Deal!”

Jungkook wasn’t convinced. His son was a born troublemaker—but at least now, his energy would be properly controlled.

Or so he thought.

Because the next morning, all hell broke loose.

To Be Continued…