The Cunning Alpha | Jinkook

7. Chapter Seven

"I will be right there!" Lee Myeong-gi shouted, his voice echoing slightly in the hallway as he hurried toward the door. He was half-annoyed at the persistent ringing of the doorbell, feeling that whoever was on the other side could have been more patient. However, as he swung open the door, his irritation quickly morphed into a look of shock.

Standing before him was none other than Jeon Jungkook, the well-known Legacy Alpha, whose reputation preceded him. Myeong-gi hadn't expected a visit from someone of Jungkook's prominence, especially not at his home. The sudden encounter felt surreal; he struggled to find his voice, stuttering, "Jeon Jungkook?"

The seriousness of the situation hit him as he took in Jungkook's intense gaze, which held authority and annoyance. Realizing that he was staring, Myeong-gi swiftly bowed his head, a gesture of respect ingrained in him as a Beta. "I am sorry. How can I help you, Alpha Jeon?" he managed to say, trying his best to communicate his respect.

Before he could fully comprehend anything else, Myeong-gi was blindsided by a sudden, sharp pain in his knee. It felt as if a sledgehammer had struck him, causing him to collapse onto the floor in shock and agony. Dazed and confused, he barely had time to brace himself as another blow came, this time to his head, rendering him flat on his back. He groaned, the taste of blood soaking his mouth as he struggled to regain his strength.

Myeong-gi felt a heavy presence looming over him as the world around him spun as Jungkook stepped into the house, the door swinging shut with a powerful thud behind him. He strode over, his movements swift and predatory, before crouching down to grab Myeong-gi by the collar of his shirt, lifting him slightly off the ground.

The cold look in Jungkook's eyes was apparent. "I'm glad I don't need to introduce myself to you," he said, his tone low and menacing. "Now, explain to me why you have been talking with my Omega."

"Your Omega? Who is that? I don't know your Omega." Myeong-gi choked out as confusion swirled in his mind. He struggled to grasp the extent of what had just been thrust upon him, but before he could fully process it, Jungkook drove a knife deep into his thigh, eliciting a piercing scream that echoed in the halls of his home.

"Kim Seokjin, does that name ring a bell?" Jungkook demanded. "Why are you talking to him?" Just as it seemed he would give Myeong-gi a chance to respond, Jungkook changed his mind. He grabbed the Beta's injured knee, applying pressure and reveling in the sight of him writhing in agony, and tears spilling in a desperate outcry.

"Let this be a warning to never lay a hand on what belongs to me. If I ever catch wind of you talking to Seokjin again, it will be the last sound you make!" Jungkook announced as he plunged the blade of his knife deep into Myeong-gi's knee, a sinister glimmer in his eyes. "He is mine, and mine alone!"

As he extracted the knife from Myeong-gi's knee, he straightened up and retrieved a handkerchief from his jacket to wipe the blade clean. He looked down at the Beta, who writhed in pain, and a smile crept onto his face. Ever since he had heard the Beta's voice over the phone with his Seokjin, he had anticipated this moment.

Gaining access to Seokjin's phone and call history was easy, and it didn't take long for him to start cleaning up Seokjin's contact list. One by one, he would ensure no Beta in existence would dare make a move toward his Omega.

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Seokjin's Pov:

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After sending yet another house over to JK for his review, I let out a sigh. I had truly lost track of how many homes I'd sent him in the past month, and aside from a brief thank you, there had been nothing else from him. I knew he was busy focusing on his recovery, and I tried to convince myself that this was the reason for his lack of response. Still, a nagging guilt crept in, whispering that perhaps he was choosing not to use my services anymore, which I could completely understand considering everything he'd been through. It would just be nice if he'd come out and say it instead of leaving me in the dark while I continued to put in the work.