Chapter Two – The Refusal
The alley smelled of gunpowder and rain.
Kim Taehyung holstered his pistol with the same elegance most men used to fasten a cufflink. His men were already clearing the scene, dragging bodies into waiting vans as though they were nothing more than trash on the sidewalk.
For them, tonight was just business.
For Jungkook, it was survival.
He stood shaking, rain soaking his clothes, the adrenaline still roaring in his veins. His eyes locked on the man walking away from him — the Alpha whose very presence made the air heavy.
Jungkook rasped, his throat raw.
Taehyung stopped but didn’t turn fully. The umbrella angled over his shoulder, shadows hiding his face except for the sharp gleam of his eyes.
Kim taehyung
“You’re still here.”
Jungkook swallowed, his voice low but firm.
Jeon jungkook
“I told you. I don’t have anywhere to go.”
Taehyung studied him for a long moment, then exhaled softly through his nose, almost amused.
Kim taehyung
“That isn’t my problem.”
He turned again, long strides carrying him toward the sleek black car idling at the mouth of the alley.
Something in Jungkook snapped.
If he let this man leave, then the night would swallow him whole. He had no home, no money, no one to run to. But standing before him was power incarnate, an Alpha who had carved out an empire from fear and blood.
If fate wanted him to meet Kim Taehyung, then Jungkook would not let go.
He pushed himself off the wall, stumbling forward.
Jeon jungkook
“Then make it your problem.”
Taehyung stopped mid-step. This time, he turned fully. The sight of him up close was almost suffocating — tall, immaculate, dominance radiating off him in waves that made Jungkook’s Omega instincts scream to submit. But Jungkook held his ground, fists clenched, eyes blazing.
Kim taehyung
“You’re bold,” Taehyung murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Or very, very stupid.”
Jeon jungkook
“Maybe both,”
Jungkook shot back. His voice wavered, but the words didn’t.
One of Taehyung’s men scoffed from behind him
teahyung's man
“Boss, leave him. Omegas like him break in a week. He won’t last.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened. He stepped forward, rain dripping down his face, defiance burning in his eyes.
Jeon jungkook
“Then let me prove you wrong. Let me work for you. Anything. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Taehyung tilted his head, silent for a long moment. His gaze swept over Jungkook as though weighing every word, every ounce of desperation.
Finally, he chuckled low, dark, and dangerous.
Kim taehyung
“You think you can survive in my world? An Omega, soft and untrained?”
Jeon jungkook
“I’ll learn,” Jungkook said quickly. “I’ll train. I won’t break.”
The Alpha stepped closer, close enough for his scent to brush against Jungkook’s senses — smoke and cedarwood, sharp and commanding. It nearly buckled Jungkook’s knees, but he refused to look away.
Kim taehyung
“Careful,” Taehyung murmured, voice like velvet over steel. “When you beg the devil for a place at his table, you’d better be ready to eat in hell.”
Jungkook’s pulse thundered, but his answer was steady.
Jeon jungkook
“Then teach me.”
For the first time that night, Kim Taehyung smiled — not kindly, not warmly, but like a predator amused by prey that dared to bare its teeth.
Kim taehyung
“Fine,” he said softly. “You’ll stay. But you’ll regret it.”
And with that, Jungkook’s fate was sealed.
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