The corridor echoed with chatter and footsteps as students rushed between lectures. Jeon Jungkook walked through the crowd like he owned it..shoulders broad, jaw tight, tattoos peeking from his rolled-up sleeves. People moved aside without him saying a word. He had a reputation, after all. The billionaire alpha with a dangerous aura and looks sharp enough to cut.

Then there was him.

Taehyung.

Leaning casually against the noticeboard, pretending to read an announcement but clearly aware of Jungkook’s approach. His soft curls framed his delicate face, but his eyes burned with challenge. His scent was sweet, alluring...even though he tried so hard to hide it with cologne. Jungkook hated that he noticed. Hated that he always noticed.

"Still pretending to be an alpha, pretty boy?" Jungkook muttered as he passed by, not even sparing a glance.