Kim Taehyung' E.xx

Jungkook's once-familiar and calm life had transformed into something incomprehensible, difficult, and strange. He worked every day, cleaned the house, cooked, and did everything impeccably. Perhaps as befitted the husband of the son of the country's largest conglomerate, the omega worked day and night, diligently, unconditionally. Taehyung only came home once a week, and only to check on everything, to see how his husband worked, worked, and took care of their home. Maintaining the "coziness."

Over the course of five years of marriage, Jungkook had gotten used to the fact that the alpha was almost always away. From the very first day of their wedding, he began living on his own. Taehyung merely gave instructions and handed over money, thereby "providing" for his husband. Although Jungkook didn't need it—he had a job and earned money—Taehyung was probably trying to remind him that he existed, that he was still his husband. Although the omega no longer felt anything for him, probably just like the alpha himself. They didn't call or text each other. They weren't interested. An arranged marriage was clearly evident in their attitude toward each other. And yet there wasn't any—no love, no questions, just cold glances and sullen taunts whenever Taehyung came home to check everything and leave. The alpha himself couldn't understand why he kept going to see this snotty "husband"? Could he make sure he wasn't cheating? That he was still faithful? Or maybe to remember the smell of his house, where Taehyung once lived alone, but then Jungkook appeared.

And Taehyung had to move out. Because he was above it all, above everything. Above his husband, above his father, and above this marriage, which, in reality, neither of them needed, but their parents had decided everything for them. Jungkook lived quietly, inconspicuously, so as, as his father said, "he wouldn't cause problems for his husband." Taehyung was rich, successful, and had a lot of things registered in his name. Alpha saw his importance in every action, in every fake smile, and it always made him happy.

Only Jungkook was the only one who ruined his vibe, his drive, and the pleasure of being needed and powerful. And it chilled Taehyung, enraged him to the point of bone crunching. Impossible.

The Golden Cage.