I'm the one in command ONESHOT TAEHYUNG x IMAGINARY CHARACTER

1) I'm the one in command

Taehyung walked down the bustling corridor with a swagger that turned heads in every direction. The mix of screams and shouts of admiration from both girls and boys echoed around him. He smirked, the noise a familiar sound to his ears, barely bothering to acknowledge it—until, with a playful glint in his eye, He threw a wink to the crowd.

"Ahhhh! He looked at me!" One girl nearly fainted, while others gasped in delight, clutching their hearts as if his mere glance had sent shockwaves through their souls.

But it wasn't just the girls. Boys, too, were fixated on him, calling out his name with desperate longing. "Taehyung, please date me!" cried one, while others practically lined up for a chance at his attention.

Omegas, betas, even some bold alphas—they all wanted a piece of him, desperately vying for a taste of the magnetic allure that Taehyung effortlessly exuded. And why wouldn't they? He was the epitome of desirability, radiating a confidence that was both intoxicating and unreachable.

Taehyung smirked to himself, reveling in the attention. He loved it—every bit of it.

Taehyung thrived on attention. He craved it, fed off it, and wanted nothing more than to be at the center of everyone's world. His narcissism and overconfidence created an unshakable belief that he was above everyone else. As a dominant alpha, this sense of superiority was only heightened. Wealthy, strikingly handsome, and overflowing with charisma, Taehyung possessed every trait society deemed ideal, and it shaped his inflated ego.

He always got what he wanted, often with just a single word, and he never had to try. Whether it was admiration or submission, people were drawn to him like moths to a flame, eager to be in his presence, begging for the smallest bit of acknowledgment. Each glance, every smirk, felt like a divine blessing to them, further stoking his pride and arrogance.

But beneath the charm lay something darker. Taehyung didn't just see people as admirers or peers; he viewed them as toys—objects to be played with when he felt like it, then discarded when he grew bored. He believed the world revolved around him, and everyone else existed to serve his desires.

As the only child of a powerful alpha family, Taehyung was used to being spoiled, indulged in every whim, and praised for simply being who he was. Respect for others? He thought it was unnecessary. In his eyes, no one was his equal, and they didn't deserve the courtesy. To him, they were just pawns in his game, always beneath him, their worth only measured by how much attention they could give him.

Taehyung lived for this—being worshipped, adored, and constantly surrounded by attention. It wasn't just who he was; it was everything he believed he deserved.

Taehyung strode through the bustling crowd, his presence commanding attention as usual. Behind him, Jimin and Jungkook followed, their personalities mirroring his in many ways—confident, charismatic, and admired—but they still held on to some semblance of morality, unlike Taehyung, who lived with no boundaries.

As they made their way down the corridor, Taehyung's sharp eyes landed on an omega standing near the lockers. Without hesitation, he stopped and pulled the omega closer, his fingers gripping the sleeve of the student's jacket. Instantly, the air around them shifted, and the crowd of students watching whined in disappointment, jealousy palpable in their expressions.

"Why him?" some whispered, their hearts sinking at the sight. Others could barely contain their frustration, wishing they had been the one to catch Taehyung's attention.

Leaning in close, his lips inches from the omega's ear, Taehyung whispered, his voice low and commanding, "Meet me later at the back side of campus. Okay?"

The omega's face flushed bright red, eyes wide with shock, but he quickly nodded, his breath hitching. Taehyung's smirk widened as he pulled back, satisfied. The rest of the crowd watched with envy, desperate for even a fraction of the attention that the omega had just received.

As Taehyung walked away, heading toward his next class, the grin never left his face. He didn't need to look back to know how much chaos he'd just stirred. It was always like this—everyone wanted him, and he knew it. Jimin and Jungkook trailed behind, exchanging glances but saying nothing. They knew better than to interfere, even if they didn't fully approve.

Taehyung's smirk grew, loving the power he held over others. Today, he'd just played another move in his game.

Taehyung , Jimin and Jungkook sat in their usual seats, with Jimin immediately slumping over his desk, groaning. "Man, I'm sleepy," he whined, his voice muffled by his arm.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, unable to resist a dig. "Who told you to fuck all night when we've got classes in the morning?"

Jimin shot back without missing a beat, "Why? You jealous that I didn't fuck you?"

The quick retort caught Taehyung off guard, and he burst out laughing, throwing his head back at Jungkook's disgusted reaction.

"Eww... what the fuck!" Jungkook's scrunched up his face, genuinely repulsed.

Taehyung was still chuckling, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. "Take it easy, man. Bunny boy over here might get the wrong idea."

Jungkook fired back with more curses, and for a moment, the three of them bickered, trading insults until Jimin's tone suddenly grew serious.

"Hey, I heard something."

Taehyung and Jungkook paused, exchanging glances. Jungkook finally asked, "What?"

Jimin leaned in slightly. "I heard Sab might be an alpha—a dominant one at that."

For a second, there was complete silence before they all erupted in laughter. Taehyung could barely catch his breath. "That nerdy bitch, an alpha? What a load of bullshit!" The idea seemed absurd.

Jimin wasn't laughing. "I'm serious, though. Don't you get weird vibes from her?"

Taehyung scoffed, rolling his eyes. "She's just a fucking bitch. A whore of an omega. A weirdo."

Jungkook, never one to hold back, cut in. "You're just triggered because she doesn't give you attention like everyone else."

The room fell into a heavy silence. Jimin immediately knew that Jungkook had crossed the line. Taehyung's eyes narrowed, veins popping in fury. "What did you just say?"

Jungkook held his ground, unfazed. "I'm just saying the truth. You only hate her because she rejected you in front of everyone."

Before Taehyung could explode, a soft, melodic voice interrupted, catching him off guard. "Jungkook, I need to ask you something about the project. Do you have a moment?"

Taehyung's head snapped to the source of the voice. There she was—Sab Volkov. Beautiful, poised, and calm as ever, her presence irritated him on a primal level.

"Yeah, sure, why not," Jungkook responded, getting up to follow her, leaving a furious Taehyung sitting with Jimin .

"Hey, where are you—hey!" Taehyung shouted after them, his face burning with frustration. It was always like this. Anytime Taehyung brought up Sab, Jungkook would provoke him by reminding him of that humiliating rejection, and it would end with Taehyung seething in anger.

Taehyung hated Sab with a passion. The memory of her slapping him in front of everyone after he'd tried to force her into submission still burned in his mind. She wasn't just a girl who turned him down; she was the first person to ever embarrass him like that. And to make it worse, she was now friends with Jungkook, his closest friend, which only stung his ego more.

But there was one thing Taehyung couldn't deny—Sab Volkov was beautiful Russian woman, exactly his type. And that just made everything even more unbearable.

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Sab Volkov is not real life person. It's pure imaginary character.

Next chapter will be uploaded tomorrow.