In The Name Of Friendship Drunk On Him

Jeon Jungkook / True blood alpha / Mafia

(standing on the second floor, cloaked in shadows as the rest of the ballroom glittered below. From his vantage point, he saw everything—and yet his gaze fixated on only one person.)

The omega from earlier.

Jeon Jungkook / True blood alpha / Mafia

"Taehyung."

Jeon Jungkook / True blood alpha / Mafia

(He exhaled the name like a secret, the syllables curling into the darkness like smoke. Below, the omega stood in the crowd, radiant and untouchable, and the alpha watched him with a quiet intensity, his sharp jaw tensing ever so slightly.)

Taehyung was clearly annoyed. It showed in the tight curve of his lips, the sharp tilt of his chin. He didn’t smile, didn’t laugh. Every time some alpha dared approach, Taehyung’s expression grew colder, more distant, as if their presence dirtied the very air around him.

Jeon Jungkook / True blood alpha / Mafia

(He watched it all.)

Jeon Jungkook / True blood alpha / Mafia

(Saw how Taehyung politely refused the drinks and instead accepted a glass of juice from a passing waiter. He saw the same man from earlier—likely a friend—hovering protectively beside him, whispering things to lift his mood. He saw how Taehyung would occasionally nod, but never truly smiled.)

Jeon Jungkook / True blood alpha / Mafia

(He noticed how Taehyung eventually retreated into a far corner of the ballroom, where the music was quieter, where the people blurred into irrelevance.)

Kim Taehyung / Omega

(Sitting there alone, his legs crossed, hands resting gracefully in his lap, head slightly tilted as he gazed into the distance.)

Jeon Jungkook / True blood alpha / Mafia

(He had forgotten his wine. It sat untouched in his hand, warming against his skin. He wasn’t drunk on alcohol.)

𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚.

On that glowing skin. That blonde hair. That mouth—plump, expressive, so kissable it made his chest ache. That one earring glinting in the light. That aura of fierce dignity, even in silence. Even in rejection.

Jeon Jungkook / True blood alpha / Mafia

(He watched the entire party revolve around the omega, yet failed to reach him. He watched the failed attempts, the lingering stares, the jealous whispers.)

And then, as the night began to fade and the guests started to leave, the same man from before approached again—gentler this time.

Kim Taehyung / Omega

(gave him a tired nod, got up, and together they walked toward the exit.)

Jeon Jungkook / True blood alpha / Mafia

(Didn’t follow.)

Jeon Jungkook / True blood alpha / Mafia

(He simply stood there, staring down, watching the back of that blonde-haired omega as he walked away again—like he’d walked away the first time.)

But this time, the alpha didn’t curse.

Jeon Jungkook / True blood alpha / Mafia

(He only smiled darkly to himself, swirling the untouched wine in his glass.)

Because now he had a name.

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟.