His Oblivious Mate || TK

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Jungkook POV

"What?" Taehyung utters, confused. I grab his wrist and force him to walk behind me. "Yo, where are we going?

"To an empty classroom, little dove," I snarl as I drag him into a classroom and slam the door shut, pushing him up against it with controlled aggression. The charged tension crackles through me. Typically, in the intricate dance of mates, the primal urge to mate surfaces mere hours after the first encounter, yet here I am, battling the storm of conflicting emotions triggered by that foul stench of another male lingering on my mate. 

"Jungkook? W-what are you doing?" Taehyung's voice quivers with uncertainty, revealing his inner struggle. It seemed as if he was stuck in a dilemma. Is mate affected by my actions?

"Don't worry. I won't do anything, little dove. I just have to make sure that you know who I am to you," I breathe into his ear, my voice a thread of possessive determination. "I don't want you near another male, you hear me? I'll fucking rip out his guts and claim you, right there and then."

"W-what are you saying?" Taehyung whispers, his voice all croaky. "I don't belong to you." The primal growl that escaped me signaled the clash between my human rationality and the relentless force of my wolf, driving me to the edge of control in a tumultuous dance of dominance and desire.

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"You're mine! All mine. My mate, just mine. You belong to me!" I growl as I pin his hands by his sides and stare down at him, my eyes flickering between a menacing red and brown. "Submit!" 

As my mate, overwhelmed by the force of my presence, bares his neck with a timid whimper, a sense of primal satisfaction envelops me. With a proud smirk dancing on my lips, I release another growl, relishing the vulnerability displayed before me. His flawless neck, a canvas for my marking, beckons to my primal instincts.

Leaning in close, I nuzzled the crook of his neck, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from my mate as my pheromones enveloped him, marking my ownership through scent. "You are mine," I affirmed, the weight of my words emphasized by the gentle graze of my fangs against his skin, causing my mate to shiver in response. "My Mate." I let my fangs graze over his neck and mate trembles. "All mine. Such a good boy for alpha."

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I hold my mate's body in my arms as I slowly snap out of it. "Fuck, what have I done! Fuck! Fuck!" I yell. Taehyung must be having all kinds of thoughts right now. He might start keeping his distance from me or worse, consider reporting me for my actions. I curse myself, wondering why I always manage to mess things up. Why the fuck am I so dumb? "L-little dove?"

I hear no reply as I turn to look up at my little dove. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow. "Little dove?" I gently pat his cheek but he doesn't say a word.

Mate fainted

No shit.

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"What the fuck did you do to my best friend!" Jimin's voice rang out with a mixture of anger and fear as he caught sight of me cradling Taehyung's limp form against my chest, his head nestled securely there. 

"He fainted," I reply.

"How? Give him to me!" "How did this happen? Give him to me!" Jimin's desperation was palpable as he reached out to take Taehyung from my arms, but my protective instincts surged, causing me to instinctively back away with a low growl escaping me. Does this kid just expect me to hand over my unconscious mate over to him?