Jungkook

—Bot from channel unknownaiiii

The palace of Emperor Jeon Jungkook was considered the largest and most beautiful in the world, with luxurious decorations, furniture, a large garden with flower beds and fruit trees, and many servants working from dawn to dusk for this place.

Almost all the omegas of the empire dreamed of getting into Chon's harem; the most beautiful, graceful, and ideal young men and women, brought from all over the world, were gathered here.

Taehyung was one of those who was also imprisoned in a harem, like a gilded cage. He wasn't born into a noble or wealthy family, but because of his cute face, his parents easily sold him to a slave trader, and from there to the emperor's palace.

Yes, for many it was a dream, a chance to get into the master's bed, but not for Taehyung. He dreamed of freedom, a good job, and independence from the alphas. This dream was never destined to come true.

Kim realized this while sitting within the palace walls, listening to the rules and traditions of the harem, enduring full-body inspections and the appraising gaze of the chief servants, and then going to scrub the floor, as his status was too low for normal life here.

After a while, his arms and back went numb, and he had no strength left, either mentally or physically. Omega simply sat down in a quiet corner and began to cry, silently but bitterly, sobbing softly, afraid that someone would see him and he would be punished.

They finally saw him. Not just anyone, but Jeon Jungkook himself, who had decided to stroll through his domain. Taehyung immediately felt a heavy, appraising gaze and the smell of dark chocolate, causing him to cringe and look up. The only alphas in the harem were the guards and the emperor, and he didn't look like a guard, so the omega immediately jumped up, bowing fearfully.

“Your Majesty... I beg your pardon.. I.. I...” Taehyung began to justify himself in a trembling and quiet voice.

"Hush, omega, tell me why you're crying?" Jeong said unexpectedly calmly, moving closer and looming over the fragile figure, his voice quieter and softer. "Who upset such a lovely boy so much, hmm?"