Trophy Omega | Jikook (Complete)

Chapter 17. Desires.

The night air hung heavy with a biting chill as the echoes of a car's screech reverberated through the colossal Jeon Manor, sending ripples of unease through the vigilant guards. In an instant, they sprinted towards the source, poised to shield their alpha from any potential threat. However, as the familiar contours of Jungkook's vehicle came into view, a collective sigh of relief swept through the guards, and they hesitated, allowing Jungkook a space to approach undisturbed.

Jungkook emerged from his car with a deliberate thud as he closed the door, the sound echoing in the vast parking lot. The alpha's determined strides carried him towards the imposing entrance of the manor, his presence commanding respect even in the darkness of the winter night. His breath formed visible puffs in the cold air, emphasizing the frigid atmosphere surrounding him.

The grand staircase beckoned, and Jungkook ascended with a purpose, each step resonating with the weight of the emotional burden he carried. The clock's hands crept closer to midnight, the cold seeping through the stone walls of the manor. His eyes, a striking shade of red from a recent emotional tempest, mirrored the intensity of the frosty night.

The corridor, adorned with portraits of his father and dimly lit by antique sconces, awaited Jungkook's arrival. He moved with a quiet determination, the soft echoes of his footsteps adding a haunting melody to the stillness. As he reached the door, he paused, collecting himself before delivering a gentle, almost hesitant knock.

As the door creaked open, revealing a gold of a dimly lit room, a familiar and strikingly beautiful face came into view. The soft glow accentuated the longing in his eyes, eager to feast upon the sight before him.

"My lord, what happened?" The words hung in the air, filled with genuine worry. The room beyond offered solace, adorned with comforting hues and a gentle ambiance. Jungkook, a stoic figure in the doorway, bore the weight of the night on his shoulders.

In the silence that followed, the ambient sounds of the manor played a symphony—crackling firewood in the fireplace, distant footsteps of guards, and the soft hum of the winter wind against the windows. The scene painted a portray of contrasts: the cold exterior versus the warm interior.

The alpha found himself entangled in a storm of inner turmoil, battling against the yearning for the comforting embrace his heart craved. In that moment, the realization struck him with undeniable clarity – the petite, fragile omega held a profound influence, subtly but powerfully guiding his emotions.

Jimin's worried eyes met Jungkook's, a silent plea for understanding passing between them. Yet, in a heartbeat, the alpha's demeanor transformed, a chilling intensity replacing the previous vulnerability. Like a tempest on the horizon, Jungkook moved with lethal purpose.

In a swift motion, he entered the room, the door closing behind him with a forbidden desire. The space that was once an haven became a stage for a different kind of drama. Jimin, adorned in a delicate white gown that hung loosely from his dainty shoulders, embodied a fragile elegance that stood in stark contrast to the sudden shift in atmosphere.

Jungkook's actions were decisive, the air crackling with unspoken tension as he closed the distance.

Jimin's gown, woven from delicate fabric, emitted a soft, whispering murmur as it became entwined in the vortex of their abrupt collision. His beautiful fragility now pressed against Jungkook's wide chest, caught in the unforgiving grip of the alpha's sudden and unexpected maneuver.

The room, once bathed in the soft glow of worry, now bore witness to a contrast of vulnerability and an untamed desires. Jimin gasped for air, the sudden closeness leaving him breathless, not just from the lack of space but from the whirlwind of emotions that accompanied Jungkook's enigmatic shift.