Chapter 6: Possession

The bar was buzzing with energy, neon lights flickering as loud music filled the space. Taehyung sat at a private booth in the corner, his expression unreadable as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. Beside him, Yoongi leaned back lazily, sipping his drink with a knowing smirk.

"Didn't think you'd come drinking with me tonight," Yoongi mused, watching Taehyung carefully. "Something on your mind?"

Taehyung sighed, rubbing his temple. "Just needed a distraction."

Yoongi hummed, taking another sip. "Then you came to the right place."

Just as Taehyung was about to respond, the lights dimmed, and the DJ's voice echoed through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, for your entertainment tonight, we have someone special! Give it up for the mysterious Jeon!"

The moment Taehyung heard the name, his eyes darted to the stage. The heavy beat of the music dropped, and the curtains parted, revealing a figure under the sultry red lights. Dressed in a dangerously revealing outfit—black leather straps clinging to his toned body, his milky skin illuminated under the glow—stood Jungkook.

Taehyung's breath hitched.

Jungkook's dark eyes gleamed as he wrapped a hand around the pole, his movements fluid and sensual. The way his hips rolled, the way his muscles flexed with each slow, deliberate motion—it was hypnotizing. Every single person in the bar was entranced, and Taehyung was no exception. His grip tightened around his glass, fingers aching as he fought against the sudden heat creeping up his spine.

Jungkook's lips curled into a smirk as he caught Taehyung's eyes, a silent challenge glimmering beneath his teasing gaze. He twirled around the pole effortlessly, the smooth slide of his body making the crowd go wild. Whistles and cheers erupted, some voices too bold for Taehyung's liking.

"Damn, look at him!"

"He's so hot, I swear I'd pay to have him for a night."

"He's got to be taken. No way someone like that is single."

"I heard he's up for grabs tonight. Maybe I should try my luck."

Taehyung snapped out of his trance as rage burned through him. The room suddenly felt suffocating. His body tensed, blood boiling at the filthy words being thrown around so carelessly about Jungkook—his Jungkook.

The jealousy, the possessiveness, it crashed into him like a tidal wave. Before he could stop himself, a low, guttural growl ripped through his throat. His entire body stiffened as his vision darkened for a split second, his fingers trembling around his glass. And then it happened.

His eyes flashed blood-red.

Yoongi, who had been silently observing, froze. His own alpha instincts flared in warning as he caught the brief but undeniable glow in Taehyung's eyes. A chill ran down his spine. This wasn't normal.

Meanwhile, on stage, Jungkook's wolf senses sharpened the second he heard that growl. He recognized it instantly—his mate was angry. And not just angry—Taehyung was claiming him without even realizing it. Jungkook smirked inwardly, pleased by the reaction, but he knew better than to let things escalate in front of a human crowd.

Before he could do anything, though, Taehyung stood up abruptly, his face unreadable, but his movements sharp and dangerous. Without another word, he stormed toward the stage, pushing past the crowd with ease. The second Jungkook stepped down, Taehyung grabbed his wrist roughly, yanking him forward.

"We're leaving. Now."

Jungkook raised an amused brow but allowed himself to be dragged away. His heart pounded—not out of fear, but excitement. Taehyung was acting on pure instinct, not even aware of what was truly happening within him.

Yoongi followed silently, his mind racing. That wasn't human. That was something else.

As soon as they stepped outside, Taehyung pushed Jungkook against the alley wall, his grip still firm on his wrist. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he hissed, his voice laced with something raw—something Jungkook hadn't heard before.

"Dancing," Jungkook replied smoothly, though his heart raced at their proximity. "Did you enjoy the show?"

Taehyung clenched his jaw. His body was burning, his thoughts a mess. He wanted to yell, to demand an explanation, to do something about the overwhelming emotions swirling inside him.

But before he could say another word, the atmosphere shifted.

A sharp sound echoed through the alley—the distinct noise of footsteps, too silent for a human's.

Yoongi tensed, instantly recognizing the scent. Wolves.

Jungkook, too, felt it immediately. His playful demeanor vanished as he turned his head slightly, his dark eyes now cold and calculating.

Taehyung, however, didn't notice the shift—until the first attack came.

Three men lunged from the shadows. Taehyung instinctively dodged, but he barely had time to react before another moved at unnatural speed, claws unsheathing in the dim light. They weren't human.

Jungkook moved first. Faster than Taehyung had ever seen, he twisted mid-air, delivering a sharp kick to one of the attackers, sending them crashing into the wall. Yoongi followed immediately, his strikes precise and lethal.

Taehyung could only watch in stunned silence as Jungkook tore through their enemies like a storm—swift, deadly, merciless. His body moved with inhuman grace, dodging attacks effortlessly before striking back with brutal force. The way he fought was mesmerizing—like he had been born to kill.

Within minutes, the alley was silent once more, bodies lying lifeless on the ground.

Jungkook exhaled, shaking off the last drops of blood from his hands before turning back to Taehyung. "Are you okay?"

Taehyung didn't respond immediately. He was still staring at Jungkook—at the way he stood, powerful and unshaken, his body still tense from the fight. What the hell had he just witnessed?

Yoongi stepped forward, wiping his hands. "We need to talk."

For once, Taehyung had no argument.

His world had just been turned upside down.