#taekookau a/b/o The wedding was perfect—until Jungkook barged in, firing a shot into the air. "What do you want?"…

#taekookau a/b/o The wedding was perfect—until Jungkook barged in, firing a shot into the air. "What do you want?" Taehyung's father yelled, furious. Jungkook smirked, lowering his gun to point at the trembling omega. "I'm here for him. Taehyung belongs to me."

The hall was lively, filled with chatter and the soft hum of music. Taehyung stood near the altar, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. He glanced at Seojoon, his soon-to-be husband, who smiled warmly at him.

It wasn't love, but Taehyung had agreed to this marriage because Seojoon was kind, dependable, and respected by everyone. Just as the officiant cleared his throat to begin, the loud bang of a gunshot shattered the calm. Gasps filled the room, and people instinctively

ducked or froze in place. The doors of the hall were flung wide open, and there he was—Jeon Jungkook. He wasn’t dressed for a wedding. In fact, he looked completely out of place in his black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and scuffed boots.

His dark hair was slightly messy, falling over his sharp eyes, and in his hand was a pistol still aimed at the ceiling. Behind him, Yoongi and Namjoon stood casually, their presence just as intimidating.

Taehyung's heart sank. His breath hitched, and he took a small step back, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fear. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? Seojoon turned, his brow furrowing in confusion as he sized up Jungkook. "Who is that?" he asked, glancing at Taehyung.

Before Taehyung could say anything, his father, Daehyun, stormed forward, his face a mix of anger and disbelief. "Who do you think you are, barging in here like this?" he demanded, his voice booming. "What is the meaning of this nonsense? Get out of here, now!"

Yoongi, leaning lazily against the doorway, smirked. "Oh, we'll leave," he said, his tone casual and mocking. "But not before you give him what he came for." Daehyun's eyes darted from Yoongi to Jungkook, his face darkening. "What do you want? Is it money? If this is about—"

"I don't want your money," Jungkook cut him off, his voice sharp and commanding. He lowered the gun and pointed it directly at Taehyung. "I want him."

The entire hall went silent. Taehyung's knees felt weak. His hands trembled as tears pooled in his eyes. He looked at Jungkook, who stood there like he had every right to say such a thing, his dark eyes locked onto him.

Daehyun blinked, his fury faltering as confusion took over. "What—what do you mean?" His voice dropped a little, still firm but unsure. Jungkook's smirk was dangerous. He let the gun fall slightly, just enough to show it wasn't a joke, but his gaze stayed fixed on Taehyung.

"I mean," he said, voice low, edged with something darker, "I want my omega with me." The words hung in the air, heavy and commanding. Taehyung's heart pounded in his chest, his emotions a whirlwind of confusion and fear. His mind raced—𝘔𝘺 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢?

Daehyun's face twisted from disbelief to sharp concern, but before he could say anything, Yoongi stepped forward with a smirk, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You heard him, old man. No need to get all worked up. He wants what's his."

Taehyung's father stood frozen, his gaze shifting between Jungkook and Taehyung. His eyes narrowed, his expression hardening as he looked at Taehyung, silently asking if he had anything to do with this—anything hidden, perhaps some affair or secret he hadn't shared.

Taehyung's heart sank. His mind raced, and for a moment, the weight of his father’s stare felt like it could crush him. He wanted to shout, to tell him that there was nothing going on, that he was terrified of this situation, but the words stuck in his throat.

Daehyun was still looking at Taehyung, waiting for an answer, but before Taehyung could find the courage to speak, Jungkook's voice cut through the tension, cold and full of arrogance. "You're wasting my time, Father Kim," Jungkook said, eyes still on the gun in his hand,

his tone sharp. "I've got a lot of things to do, so just call the wedding off. Or I'll make you." With those words, he pointed the gun squarely at Daehyun, his gaze unwavering, as if daring him to make a move. And Taehyung's eyes went wide, his heart pounding.

His mother screamed, "Daehyun!" but it didn't even faze Jungkook. He was still locked onto Daehyun, the gun aimed, and Taehyung's father wasn't moving either—just glaring at Jungkook, his face burning with anger. Taehyung felt completely paralyzed. He didn't know what to do.

He was terrified. His heart was racing, and his palms were sweating. This wasn't happening. He wanted to scream, but the words wouldn't come. Then, with an even more chilling calm, Jungkook tilted his head slightly and asked, "So, are you cutting off the wedding,

or should I just kill this guy?" He gestured toward Seojoon, whose eyes went wide in shock. Mrs. Park gasped, her voice shaking. "Seo, Seojoon!" Jungkook just chuckled, the sound low and menacing. "I can kill you very easily," he said with a smirk, completely unfazed.

Mrs. Park's face went white with terror. "Please, don't do anything to my son!" she begged, practically pleading with her eyes. She looked up at Jungkook and, swallowing hard, said, "You want to cut off the wedding, right? Then—I'm cutting it off."

Seojoon's eyes widened, panic flooding his face. "Mom, don't!" he shouted, but Mrs. Park just gazed at him with desperate eyes. "Seo, for me, please," she begged, voice breaking. Seojoon looked at his mom, torn, then glanced at his dad.

Mr. Park just froze for a moment, his face going pale as he realized what was happening. He ran a hand over his forehead, clearly panicking. "I... I'm with her," he finally said, his voice shaky. "He's got a gun pointed at you, Seojoon. What if he actually pulls the trigger?

We can't take that chance." Mr. Park turned to Daehyun, his voice almost breaking. "Mr. Kim, I'm sorry, but my son's life...it's on the line here." He looked completely rattled, all his focus on Seojoon's safety. Daehyun stood there, completely silent, unable to find any words.

Taehyung's gaze was fixed on Seojoon, but Seojoon refused to look at him. He couldn't say no to his parents—not like this. Jungkook's cold laughter echoed in the tense air as he finally lowered the gun, his eyes never leaving Seojoon. "Good decision," he said with a smirk,

his voice sharp and mocking. "Now get out of here." He snapped the last words like they were an order, not even bothering to look at anyone else as he waved them off. Mrs. Park was quick to grab Seojoon, her voice trembling as she pulled him toward the door.

"Baby, let's go. Let's go, Seojoon! Don't make this harder on us," she pleaded, her eyes pleading with him. With one last, lingering look at Taehyung, Seojoon turned and followed his parents toward the door, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

Taehyung stood frozen, staring after them as the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. His wedding—the day that was supposed to be his—was ruined. All because of Jungkook. Some Alpha who barely even knew him had stormed in and turned everything upside down.

His chest ached, and his eyes stung as the tears he'd been holding back spilled over. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. This wasn't fair. "Taehyung!" His mom's voice broke through the haze, and before he knew it, she was wrapping her arms around him, holding him tight.

"It's okay, baby. It's okay," she whispered, but it wasn't. It wasn't okay at all. Then Just as his sobs quieted, that cold, arrogant voice shattered the fragile silence. "Now, Father-in-law," Jungkook drawled lazily, his tone full of mockery, "start the wedding plans.

We only have a week." Taehyung stiffened in his mother's embrace, his blood running cold. His head shot up, his tear-streaked face twisting in disbelief as he stared at Jungkook. How could he be so cruel?