Jeon Jungkook' Fm

Two lives, two "loving" husbands, a large and luxurious two-story mansion outside the city that could bring peace and tranquility. But for four years now, it has brought only evil, pain, and hatred.

Jungkook and Taehyung were two devils, not human anymore. So, to hide from prying eyes, they built a house outside the city, far from the noise and traffic. They once swore fidelity, love, and devotion to each other, swore by blood, hearts, and souls. But now, of their feelings and the false, feigned love, only their different eyes remain, a reminder of their mistake.

Jungkook and Taehyung had different colored eyes, which in the normal human world is called heterochromia. But in their case, it was simply an indicator of how naive they were.

Once upon a time, there was "love" between Jungkook and Taehyung—that's what they thought—but in the end, they both lied to each other, loving others, sleeping with others, hiding their feelings. But when they learned about it, that they'd both lied to each other, lying about their intense love, their hearts, their souls, broke.

They both hated each other now, trying to hurt each other, but there was no choice; they were already bound by the bonds of marriage and life together. By rings, blood, covenants. Taehyung looked at Jungkook every time he saw his pale gray eye, feeling only nausea and a reminder of how the alpha had lied to him all these years, about how much he loved him, and in the end, loved not him, but someone else.

Jungkook also mutually hated the omega for lying, for the fact that Taehyung gives his love, heart, and soul to another.

Now all that was left was to endure this cold, this shivering, this bitter nausea. They were both young, but that in no way justified the betrayal. Taehyung would never forgive, and neither would Jungkook. If necessary, they would try to divorce and leave each other again, again and again, until they felt relief and peace in their souls. They just had to wait, gather their strength again, and act.

Every wound, every word, and every glance—there was no warmth or comfort now, or was there ever any? There was nothing but lies, not even a drop of loyalty or reciprocity. Cold.

Their life was bitter, they did not love each other, they were hostages of their own expectations.