Jeon Jungkook' Past

"I love the classics," Taehyung reminds me in a calm, beautiful voice, sitting in a warm chair, wearing a beautiful, classic, white, delicate suit. A ring of expensive white gold gleams on his ring finger. It's not even silver.

“Okay, I’ll pick out a classic for you now,” Yoongi snorts and throws away the unnecessary outfit.

White swan.

Or maybe he is black after all? Otherwise, how can one explain why Taehyung's life turned out so much more tragically than he could have expected? Like everyone else, he simply wanted peace, happiness, and stability. But fate had its own plans.

His husband was handsome, wealthy, and stately. A former special forces soldier, Jungkook was the embodiment of power, strength, and masculinity. An enviable man, and most importantly, well-read and literate. It was hard to argue with him, and any hysterics were quickly suppressed. They were a perfect match, a beautiful couple, and seemingly happy as a married couple. But not everything was so simple and joyful. Jungkook broke the law and was given a harsh sentence. Imprisonment. He was sentenced to four years, quite a long sentence.

Did he want to protect? Did he want justice? But in the end, he harmed another and his own family happiness. Alphas are hot-tempered and unstable. And that day proved fatal for Taehyung. He fought, tried to prove his innocence, but what was the point? After all, Jungkook was guilty. And the man admits it, even if he doesn't repent.

And every night the omega heard a voice in his sleep, in the silence of the sleeping walls:

— "I'll be back, you just wait. "

And then again and again...

- "Taehyung. I'll be back. "

But Taehyung didn't wait. He was tired. He wasn't prepared for such a fate, and he hadn't promised to wait. Let them judge him and let them hate him, but he had decided for himself that he wouldn't. But he didn't take off the ring. Was having an affair with another man also a crime? Or was it a sign of weakness of feeling?

"Aren't you ashamed? Aren't you ashamed, you shameless one?" he asked himself in front of the mirror.

I'm ashamed. So ashamed, but something's choking me, something's cutting into my chest, and my heart is pounding painfully against my ribs. I didn't wait for her, I wasn't faithful. I didn't let her go, but I didn't stay close either. A black swan with a wounded wing.

In your gray coat today you seem gloomy, and you are insanely beautiful with snowflakes in your hair, but I don’t love you in a gray coat,

I love you in blue,
several years ago.