Taehyung exhaled shakily, pressing his trembling fingers against his chest, feeling the erratic beat of his heart.
He should be angry, should be terrified of the possessive words Jungkook had just spoken but instead, all he felt was confusion.
Why is he taking care of me?
The Jungkook he knew was rough, impatient, dominant in every way. The Alpha who had forced him into servitude, who had used him, who never cared to ask if he was okay.
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