silent symphony

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Jungkook sighed heavily as he pushed open the front door, rubbing the back of his neck. The muffled sound of laughter echoed from the living room, immediately setting his nerves on edge. Great. They're here again, he thought, rolling his eyes .

As he stepped inside, his gaze automatically started to find out the soft, familiar figure of Taehyung.

And there he was — sitting cross-legged on the couch, cheeks flushed with happiness, his delicate fingers playfully poking at Jimin's side as the omega giggled along with him.

Taehyung's head rested on Jimin’s shoulder, the two of them sharing some inside joke that made Taehyung's  laugh , brightening the whole room.

Jungkook’s jaw ticked. He didn't like the way Jimin's arm was draped so casually around Taehyung's shoulders, or how Taehyung was snuggled so close, his round belly was barely hidden under the oversized sweater.

For a moment, Jungkook simply stood there, watching the scene. Jimin's hand gently brushed Taehyung’s hair back from his face, and Taehyung looked up at him with sparkling eyes and that boxy grin Jungkook love so much.

Jungkook cleared his throat loudly.

Both omegas turned to look at him, startled. Taehyung’s face immediately lit up, his entire body perking at the sight of Jungkook as if he had forgotten the alpha was even gone.

"Alpha!" Taehyung signed with his hands, waving excitedly, his cheeks puffed out in that adorable way that made Jungkook's irritation melt just a bit.

Jimin, however, smirked knowingly, clearly catching onto Jungkook's sour mood. "Welcome home, lover boy," Jimin teased, patting Taehyung's arm before standing. "Don't worry, I was just keeping him company."

Jungkook didn’t respond. Instead, he made his way over, plopped down next to Taehyung, and without warning, pulled the omega onto his lap, wrapping his arms possessively around his waist.

"Missed you," Jungkook muttered, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Taehyung's neck, inhaling his calming, sweet scent.

Taehyung giggled softly, patting Jungkook's cheek, completely oblivious to the little stare-off happening over his head between the three alphas.

Jimin laughed under his breath. "Jealous much?"

Jungkook smirked over Taehyung’s shoulder. "Always."

And with that, he kissed Taehyung’s temple, silently declaring to anyone who dared look — mine.

Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi, who had been lounging on the other side of the room, exchanged tired glances before releasing a collective, exaggerated sigh.

"This again," Hoseok mumbled dramatically, flopping back against the cushions. "Every damn time we come here, it’s like watching some possessive alpha drama unfold."

Yoongi scoffed, sipping his coffee lazily. "Jealous Kook strikes again. I mean, Jimin is an omega, for crying out loud. What does he think Jimin’s gonna do? Steal his pregnant mate?"

Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned his elbows on his knees. "It’s not about logic, Yoongi. You know how Jungkook is with Taehyung. He's basically one glare away from growling if anyone breathes too close."

Meanwhile, completely unaware of the teasing stares and sarcastic remarks, Taehyung was still curled contentedly on Jungkook’s lap, his fingers were absentmindedly tracing shapes on Jungkook’s arm as if that was the safest place in the world.