Later that night..... ✨

Taehyung stood at the balcony, shirtless, bloody, bruised. Jungkook approached behind him.

"You marked me," Jungkook said, voice low. "You chained me. Then you fought beside me."

Taehyung didn't turn. "Do you regret it?"

"...I regret nothing," Jungkook growled, pressing a hand to his chest. "But next time, don't fight with me if you don't plan to die for me."

Taehyung turned. Their eyes met.

"Try me," he whispered.

Jungkook yanked him forward by the neck, lips crashing into his with force that bent gods.

And when they broke apart, breathless

"Good," Jungkook muttered. "Because this kingdom may belong to you. But your soul? That's mine."

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Next morning✨

"You are not welcome here."

The voice echoed like venom across the palace's glass floor. Jungkook didn't flinch.

Not even as the High Priest stood, robes shimmering with sacred gold, face tight.

"And yet," Jungkook replied with a smirk, "I'm still standing on your holy floors. Dripping blood all over your silk carpets."

Gasps rippled through the court.

Taehyung smirked from his throne, head tilted lazily, lips parted like he was enjoying a private show. "Careful," he drawled. "My mate bites."

He said it like a warning.
Like a promise.

The High Priest's eyes snapped to Taehyung. "Your Majesty, the Council demands clarification. Is this rogue Alpha truly your chosen mate? You know what this means!"

"Yes," Taehyung said flatly. "I know exactly what it means."

A noble stepped forward Lord Ryun, slick and sly like a snake in velvet. "It means your bloodline is compromised. Your children will not be docile. They'll be wild."

Taehyung's eyes flashed red. "Then let the next generation be wild enough to burn the old world down."

"Insanity," Lord Ryun spat. "He's an Alpha. He should be collared or exiled-"

"Touch me and lose your tongue."

Jungkook's voice silenced the room.He had the most beautiful creepiest smile on his face.

He had moved. Quietly. Deadly.

One second he was beside the thron....The next, he stood face to face with Ryun, his dagger pressed lightly under the man's chin.

The entire court froze.

His voice dropped, soft and razor-sharp "I've killed kings for less than disrespect."

"You're no king," Ryun hissed, trying not to shake.

Jungkook smiled. "No. But I'm the Alpha your king chose."

Silence.

"Enough."

Taehyung rose.

His voice had changed. No longer teasing. No longer amused.Now it carried the weight of centuries. The kind of voice that ended bloodlines.

"I chose him. I trust him more than I trust any of you."

He walked down the steps of the throne like a god descending. His hand brushed Jungkook's shoulder as he passed, and the entire court watched.

"From this day on," Taehyung said, voice low and cutting, "Jungkook is not just my mate. He is my equal."

"My King Consort."

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Royal Chambers✨

Jungkook stood at the window, moonlight painting scars across his back.

"You shouldn't have said that," he muttered.

Taehyung watched from the bed, shirt undone, collarbones gleaming. "Said what?"

"King Consort." Jungkook turned, eyes glowing. "You painted a target on my back."

"You already had one."

Jungkook stalked forward. "You think I want your crown? Your court? Your twisted, broken kingdom that would rather slit my throat than see me beside you?"

"No," Taehyung said, standing. "But you want me."

Silence.

"You want me too," Jungkook said, stepping close. "But you still think I'm something that needs to be handled."

"I think you're something I need to be owned by."

That did it.

Their mouths collided in a kiss that nearly cracked the walls.
Fangs scraped lips. Hands gripped skin.

Clothes were torn, armor clattered to the floor.
Every kiss was a battle.
Every touch, a claim.

When Taehyung shoved Jungkook against the mirror, their reflections blurred with sweat and heat.

"Say it," Taehyung whispered, hand gripping Jungkook's jaw. "Say you're mine."

Jungkook's lips curled into a snarl. "Only if you admit it too."

"I already did."

Jungkook pushed him onto the bed with one hard shove.

And climbed on top.

"You should've known, my King," he purred, lips brushing Taehyung's ear, "the moment you marked me..."

"You made yourself mine."

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