silent symphony

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A few days have passed and surprisingly somi started visiting taehyung in the park mansion frequently,sometimes she bring gifts for taehyung Or chat with him. Mr. and mrs. Park doesn't have any problem with it.

Their real concern, however, lay elsewhere—with Jeon Jungkook. Under no circumstances would they allow their son to meet that alpha.

But but but..Who would whisper in their ears that, within the very walls of their grand estate, in the heart of their beloved son’s bedroom, the very man they despised was there—warm, present, and deeply entangled with Taehyung?

In the center of the bed, bodies intertwined beneath plush sheets, Jungkook lay pressed against Taehyung, his arms securely wrapped around the omega. His strong hands rested over Taehyung’s delicate swells, fingers splayed protectively over his soft skin as if claiming what was his.

His face was buried in the crook of Taehyung’s neck, lips brushing lazily against his scent gland as he breathed in the comforting sweetness of the omega.

Taehyung, cocooned in Jungkook’s warmth, let out a soft sigh, shifting slightly in his sleep. The steady rise and fall of their chests moved in sync, their bodies molding together in perfect harmony. The room was silent except for their slow, even breaths.

The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Taehyung stirred slightly, his lashes fluttering as he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Jungkook—already awake, propped up on one elbow, staring at him with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. 

His dark, molten gaze roamed over Taehyung’s face, tracing every delicate feature as if committing them to memory. There was something possessive, something deeply yearning in those eyes. Before he could even ask anything he felt-

Soft, warm lips pressed against his. 

Taehyung’s eyes widened in shock, but Jungkook gave him no space to react. The kiss was firm yet gentle, a slow claiming that sent a rush of warmth spiraling through his body. Jungkook's hand slid to the back of his neck, holding him in place as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving languidly against Taehyung’s, savoring, tasting. 

A soft whimper left Taehyung before he could stop it, and that only encouraged Jungkook further. The alpha’s scent—earthy, rich, intoxicating—wrapped around him, making his body melt into the sheets. 

It was only when the need for air became too much that Jungkook finally pulled away, but he didn’t go far. His forehead rested against Taehyung’s, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. 

"Good morning, pup" Jungkook murmured, his voice husky from sleep, his thumb brushing tenderly over Taehyung’s swollen lips. 

Taehyung, still dazed, could only blink up at him, his heart pounded in his chest. 

Taehyung pressed himself closer to Jungkook, his small frame molding perfectly against the alpha’s broad chest. His cheek rested against the steady rise and fall of Jungkook’s bare skin, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart. 

Jungkook let out a contented sigh, his fingers lazily tracing patterns along Taehyung’s spine. "You're so warm," he murmured in his thick sleepy voice"Like my own little heater." 

Taehyung smiled against his chest, his lips curving as he brought his delicate fingers up. Slowly, he began tracing letters on Jungkook’s back with his feather like touch.