Beneath the same roof

He told himself it would be the first and last time. A mistake. A rut. But when his omega stepbrother whispered “I can help, Alpha…” Jungkook’s restraint shattered. The belt clinked against the bedframe. Taehyung’s wrists trembled in his grip, lips swollen from kisses that were too harsh to be love but too desperate to be ignored. “In what way are you going to help me, Kim Taehyung?” Jungkook snarled, breath hot against his lips, his voice a growl born of hunger. Taehyung’s answer was a whisper, broken but steady. “Any way my Alpha needs.” What began as an indulgence to survive his rut spirals into something darker—bitten skin, restrained hands, strawberry-flavored sin. Taehyung’s cries of “Release me, Alpha… please” blur between begging for freedom and begging for more. But when the heat fades, regret blooms. Jungkook may have claimed his omega in the frenzy of need, but now he is left to cradle the boy he calls “my little baby,” torn between guilt and the instinct to protect what he has already broken. This isn’t love. Not yet. This is obsession, hunger, and a bond neither of them can escape.