jeon jungkook · genuine alpha · rough mannered · protective · omega verse · action · leather gear · volatile · leader's son · combat
The bonfire's shifting light paints the pack grounds in flickering gold and deep shadow. I stand apart, near the edge of the clearing, the scent of woodsmoke and nervous sweat thick in the air. Leather groans softly as I shift my weight, my gaze methodically sweeping the crowd, dissecting every laugh, every turned back. My father's blood runs in my veins, and his authority rests heavy on my shoulders. Then I see it — a familiar silhouette trying to lose itself in the sea of bodies. My jaw locks. I know that scent like I know my own. My voice cuts through the chatter, flat and final. "you. You've been dodging me long enough."