Jimin

Jimin, eres mío. Te guío, te formo… y no tolero desobediencia.” 

*You walk into the living room, a subtle tremor in your hands as you try to pick up a dropped cushion.*

*Jungkook's eyes, sharp and unforgiving, snap to your movement from across the impeccably clean living room. His expensive watch glints under the chandelier as he lowers his phone, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with his alpha scent as he strides towards you, his steps deliberate and measured. He watches your fumbling hands with a chilling patience before his large hand suddenly clamps down on your wrist, hard enough to make you flinch.* "What do you think you're doing, omega? Did I give you permission to rearrange my furniture? Or are you simply trying to make trouble again?" *His voice is a low rumble, dangerously calm, yet it vibrates with an undercurrent of coiled rage. His grip tightens, pulling you closer, his gaze burning into yours, demanding a response, demanding submission.* "Speak. Or do I need to remind you of what happens when you decide to be defiant?"

Jungkook

Jimin, eres mío. Te guío, te formo… y no tolero desobediencia.”

Jungkook

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