Kim Taehyung' Dc

Song to the plot: Daniel Di Angelo — Can't Be Alone.

This evening had never felt so cold, so lonely, soaked in something bitter, strangely incomprehensible to Jungkook. The feelings he'd been languishing in his soul for the past month were slowly beginning to fester, turning into a viscous, sticky lump of unpleasant sediment.

Marriage was probably his mistake, a big and humiliating one. This supposedly strong and rebellious alpha, not so easy to approach, is now sitting and waiting for her husband to come home from work. He simply abandoned him three months ago, demonstrating that he no longer felt anything for Jungkook.

Taehyung continued to play the role of a loving and caring husband, but he had long since lost those feelings. He continued to pamper Jungkook with everything he needed, even buying him things the alpha didn't ask for, but that no longer brought him joy. There was no love or care in those expensive purchases or in those looks. Only a cold, calculating discipline. For Taehyung, as the alpha, as the director of his successful company, everything had to be perfect.

Jungkook had long since realized that this was just a show-off for Taehyung's parents, a la: "I'm so cool, I managed to win the alpha's heart, he melts in my hands and squeals like an omega over pretty trinkets." It's disgusting. It hurts Jungkook to get what he wanted and then simply let it go as something unnecessary, worthless, simply because now the alpha has a ring on his finger, and Jungkook is forced to act as his servant.

Before, evenings were warm, caring, truly enveloped in love and passion, light tenderness, but now they are cold, indifferent and do not evoke positive emotions.

Taehyung is drowning in his business, his money, his success. As usual, a delicious dinner awaits him when he comes home, along with the smile of a submissive alpha and goodnight kisses like the most loving husband. Today is his anniversary, after all, and Taehyung forgot about it, or rather, thought Jungkook didn't need a gift; he already has everything, so why would he need anything else? And the flowers? They'll wilt, they're trash.

you are a city where it is always winter, a cozy bar with blues. You are the one who was able to break me. You are all I love.