namjoon was furious.
he didn't had the usual timidness when he entered the jeon mansion today, rather prowled through the corridors, taking the elevator, furiously pushing the 4th button to the mafia head's floor.
seokjin was at the front of his room probably would have got noticed the moment namjoon appeared unannounced, his long pink robe loosely draped over him, the slit exposing long milky legs as he nursed a hot cup of morning coffee in his hand.
"what a pleasant surprise" he drawled just as the seething form of the alpha stopped right infront of him- more like towering over him- but seokjin didn't move a muscle, nor bat an eyelash.
"why did you call nayeon here yesterday?" namjoon all but seethed, jaws locked and dragon like eyes narrowed.
"oh? that-" seokjin turned around smoothly, taking slow steps further into his lavish bedroom,
"just one of us needed some medical assistance and since your sister is a doctor-" seokjin shrugged taking a sip of his coffee.
"you- you fucking promised you'd leave my family alone" namjoon sauntered forward, his scent too spicy, restless and accusing.
"no one hurt her. she did her job, we paid her and she left" seokjin nonchalantly said, elegantly placing the mug down before turning towards namjoon.
this time seokjins face was not calm, rather a calculated dominance.
"dont you dare drag her into this-" namjoon growled out, vision blinded by rage.
"now now watch that tone, joonie" seokjin had took one neatly manicured finger vertical to the alphas lips.
"your family is unharmed, right? and we would like to keep it the same, dont we now?" seokjin tsked and smirked the way namjoon practically deflated under his finger tips.
namjoon is the same as the first day seokjin had saw him. young and with too much enthusiasm to wipe away all the bad in this world, he dared to snoop into seokjins business,
now even years after, seokjin finds much pleasure in seeing him tied around his fingertips.
"hyungnim-" namjoon looked distraught, finally the weight of how he raised his voice at the one he fears most fell on him.
"i must say i really enjoyed seeing you-" his elegant hand glided down from namjoons plump lips, to his sharp jaws down to his chest, "-so worked up", he looked up with those sultry eyes.
"but i dont want that attitude anywhere near me-" the same hand traveled up, gripping onto namjoons jaw,
"- unless your knot is nine inches deep inside me, alpha" seokjin languidly smirked at the dark flash of namjoons eyes,
seokjin then let out a chuckle and pushed namjoon out with the same hand on the others jaw before closing the massive door behind.
with his shoulders sagged and tension in every limbs of him, namjoon had descended down the elevator.
he had passed by many, but didn't lift his head up, although he respectfully moved to the side when maids carrying huge boxes were on their way to the elevator.
"all this for the kim omega-"
"has sir. young jeon gone soft for him?"
"-might have seduced that handsome alpha"
the maids were murmuring to each other over giggles as they walked past namjoon.
kim omega? namjoon momentarily stopped in his tracks.
taehyung, must be taehyung.
"the things that kid got tangled into" namjoon sighs, continuing his walking already feeling suffocated in the walls of this mansion.
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SECOND TRIAL | tk | ✓
Fanfiction- the way jungkook coiled around taehyung was reminiscent of the swines of tattoos that twirled in the laters arm, dragging the omega down to his worst ever nightmare, to his second trial. "oh darling, we are supposed to hate each other. murderously...
