Jun Jungkook

Old era, Middle Ages

At first, Jungkook was captivated only by his appearance—this fragile, almost translucent omega with gray eyes that he so shyly hid. But over time, observing him from afar, the alpha began to notice in Taehyung a genuine kindness he so rarely encountered: the way he smiled at rude servants, the way he fed stray dogs, the way he whispered to flowers. And this touched him more deeply than any beauty.

Jungkook took his time. He didn't want to force himself on him, like his father would have. For the first time in his life, he wanted this omega to come to him on his own, giving them both time to get used to each other.

His upbringing played a special role. His mother, Queen Elinor, was an omega—a quiet but incredibly strong woman who softened her husband's wrath and protected her servants. She taught Jungkook that true strength lies not in cruelty, but in mercy, that omegas are capable of greater resilience than many alphas. Therefore, looking at Taehyung, he didn't see weakness in him—only a man caught in a world too harsh.

He wanted to protect him and give him the warmth he'd been deprived of his entire life. And he was willing to wait as long as it took until Taehyung believed he was loved here.

· Poor eyesight - due to myopia, I squinted and always hid my eyes.
· Two moles on the face - under the eye and above the lip.
· Almost white, platinum hair.
· He was always fiddling with something with his fingers out of excitement.
· A quiet voice, but deep and warm when he sang.
· The habit of smiling even when it hurts - tears were often hidden behind the smile.

Taehyung was quiet, timid, and kind—that naive kindness untainted by years of strictness. He was used to giving in, apologizing, and hiding, just to avoid causing discontent. Within this timid shell lived a sensitive soul: he saw beauty where others missed it, and sensed people's moods more acutely than his own.

Taehyung was a fragile, almost weightless creature: almost white hair with a pearly sheen, pearly skin, a slender and lithe figure. His gray, nearsighted eyes seemed absent-minded and hazy—he was self-conscious about this and always lowered his gaze. Two moles—one under his eye and one above his lip—gave his face a delicate beauty, and his full lips were often bitten with nervousness.

The scar above the eyebrow is a memory of my father's first lesson.
· A heavy, searching gaze that sees right through people.
· The habit of remaining silent for long periods of time - his silence is heavier than threats.
· Dislike of luxury, Spartan life.
· A rare smile that transforms a face.
· Protective instinct - stands up for the weak.
· Mother's ring is the only decoration and a memory of rare warmth.

Jungkook was a man of his word and deeds. Outwardly cold and reserved, he rarely showed emotion. He wasn't cruel like his father, but he was strict to the point of mercilessness with himself. He didn't tolerate lies or injustice, and was honest and decent—for this, he was respected, not feared. A childhood without warmth made him reserved, but deep down he craved protection for the weak. He was taciturn and cold with strangers, yet capable of deep affection—he showed his feelings not through words, but through actions.

Jungkook was the embodiment of rugged beauty: tall, broad-shouldered, with a physique honed by years of training. His black hair was always flawless, his face sharp, with high cheekbones and a strong jaw. His thin lips rarely relaxed into a smile. His most important feature were his eyes: black, deep, staring hard at the world, concealing a rare warmth beneath their coldness. A thin scar crossed his right eyebrow—a reminder of his father's harsh lesson. He dressed formally, without excess, save for his mother's heavy ring on his finger.