Jeon's husband

– Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The cold morning outside was the same as all the others. Taehyung awoke to silence—it was always constant in his childhood home. The clothes laid out on the chair smelled of a stranger, of strangers. Everyone in this house was a stranger. Taehyung was being groomed like a valuable commodity: impeccable manners, impeccable appearance, impeccable family genes passed down to the omega. All for a profitable deal.

He stepped out into the garden. The frosty air stung his lungs, but it was better than the hothouse atmosphere of the mansion. And then he saw Jungkook. The Alpha was standing by the fence, not trying to enter, just watching. His gaze wasn't appraising.

"I've been told you like camellias," Jungkook held out a small bush with buds. Not a bouquet, but a live flower with a lump of soil.

That's how it all started. Not with a contract, but with a flower Taehyung planted in an old teacup. Yes, Jungkook was very rich, but he didn't buy Taehyung's attention with expensive gifts. He occupied the space as if it had always been reserved for him. He brought books Taehyung was forbidden to read.

After the long-awaited wedding, sealed with a deal and several million, on their wedding night, Taehyung awaited instructions. He sat on the edge of the bed, constrained by years of training. Jungkook sat across from him, not touching him.

"I won't take anything," he said, "until you want it yourself."