Bound By Honor(Taekook Version)
Prologue
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READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST AND IF YOU DO NOT LIKE ME DOING THIS THEN MY Apologizes
Taehyung point of view (in short POV)
My fingers shook like leaves in the breeze as I raised them, my heartbeat hummingbird quick. Jungkook’s strong hand was firm and steady as he took mine and slipped the ring onto my finger.
White gold with twenty small diamonds.
Kim Taehyung
*chuckles sadly in mind*
What was meant as a sign of love and devotion for other couples was nothing but a testament of his ownership of me. A daily reminder of the golden cage I’d be trapped in for the rest of my life. Until death do us part wasn’t an empty promise as with so many other couples that entered the holy bond of marriage.
Kim Taehyung
(yes marriage of mine.....)
There was no way out of this union for me. I was Jungkook’s until the bitter end. The last few words of the oath that men swore when they were inducted into the mafia could just as well have been the closing of my wedding vow:
Kim Taehyung
“ I enter alive, and I will have to get out dead. ”
I should have run when I still had the chance. Now, as hundreds of faces from the Busan and Seoul Familias stared back at us, flight was no longer an option. Nor was divorce. Death was the only acceptable end to a marriage in our world. Even if I still managed to escape Jungkook’s watchful eyes and that of his henchmen, my breach of our agreement would mean war.
Author
Henchmen: a faithful follower
Author
breach: breaking the agreement or law
Nothing my father could say would prevent Jungkook’s Familia from exercising vengeance for making them lose face.
My feelings didn’t matter, never had. I’d been growing up in a world where no choices were given, especially to Omegas.
Author
Alright let's make it omega verse
This wedding wasn’t about love or trust or choice. It was about duty and honor, about doing what was expected.
Kim Taehyung
"A bond to ensure peace."
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew what else this was about: money and power. Both were dwindling since the Russian Mob ‘The Bratva’, the Taiwanese Triad, and other crime organizations had been trying to expand their influence into our territories.
The Korean Familias Across the Korea needed to lay their feuds to rest and work together to beat down their enemies. I should be honored to marry the oldest son of the Seoul Familia. That’s what my father and every other male relative had tried to tell me since my betrothal to Jungkook. I knew that, and it wasn’t as if I hadn’t had time to prepare for this exact moment, and yet fear corseted my body in a relentless grip.
Author
Priest: “You may kiss the bride,”
I raised my head. Every pair of eyes in the pavilion scrutinized me, waiting for a flicker of weakness. Father would be furious if I let my terror show, and Jungkook’s Familia would use it against us. But I had grown up in a world where a perfect mask was the only protection afforded to omegas and had no trouble forcing my face into a placid expression. Nobody would know how much I wanted to escape.
Nobody but Jungkook. I couldn’t hide from him, no matter how much I tried. My body wouldn’t stop shaking. As my gaze met Jungkook’s cold black eyes, I could tell that he knew. How often had he instilled fear in others?
Kim Taehyung
(Recognizing it was probably second nature to him....)
He bent down to bridge the ten inches he towered over me. There was no sign of hesitation, fear or doubt on his face. My lips trembled against his mouth as his eyes bored into me. Their message was clear
Jeon Jungkook
("you are mine")
Author
I will try to update everyday
Chapter 1:1
I was curled up on the chaise longue in our library, reading, when a knock sounded. Lisa’s head rested in my lap and she didn’t even stir when the dark wooden door opened and our mother stepped in, her dark blond hair pulled back tightly and fasted in a bun at the back of her head. Mother was pale, her face drawn with worry.
Kim Taehyung
Did something happen?
Jin
Your father wants to talk to you in his office.*smiles*
I carefully moved out from under lily’s head and put it down on the chaise. She drew his legs up against her body. She was small for an eleven-year-old, but I wasn’t exactly tall either with five foot four. None of the omega in our family were. Mother avoided my eyes as I walked toward her.
Kim Taehyung
Am I in trouble?
I didn’t know what I could have done wrong. Usually Lisa(lily) and I were the obedient ones; Jimin was the one who always broke the rules and got punished.
Jin
Hurry. Don’t let your father wait.
My stomach was in knots when I arrived in front of Father’s office. After a moment to stifle my nerves, I knocked
I entered, forcing my face to be carefully guarded. Father sat behind his mahogany desk in a wide black leather armchair; behind him rose the mahogany shelves filled with books that Father had never read, but they hid a secret entrance to the basement and a corridor leading off the premises.
He looked up from a pile of sheets, grey hair slicked back.
I sank down on one of the chairs across from his desk and folded my hands in my lap, trying not to gnaw on my lower lip. Father hated that. I waited for him to start talking. He had a strange expression on his face as he scrutinized me.
Namjoon
The Bratva and the Triad are trying to claim our territories. They are getting bolder by the day. We’re luckier than the North Korea familia who also has to deal with the Mexicans, but we can’t ignore the threat the Russians and the Taiwanese pose any longer
Confusion filled me. Father never talked about business to us. Girls didn’t need to know about the finer details of the mob business. I knew better than to interrupt him
Namjoon
We have to lay our feud with the Seoul Familia to rest and combine forces if we want to fight back the Bratva and the Triad.
Peace with the Familia? Father and every other member of the Busan Outfit hated the Familia. They had been killing each other for decades and only recently decided on ignoring each other in favor of killing off the members of other crime organizations, like the Bratva and the Triad
Namjoon
There is no stronger bond than blood. At least the Familia got that right
Namjoon
Born in blood. Sworn in blood. That’s their motto.
Kim Taehyung
*nods in confusion but didn't let that show outside*
Namjoon
I met with Mr. Jeon yesterday.
Father met with the Capo dei Capi, the head of the Seoul mob? A meeting between Busan and Seoul hadn’t taken place in a decade and the last time hadn’t ended well. It was still referred to as the Bloody Thursday. And Father wasn’t even the Boss. He was only the Consigliere, the adviser to Kim Cavallaro who ruled over the Outfit and with it the crime in the South.
Namjoon
We agreed that for peace to be an option we had to become family
Father’s eyes bored into me, and suddenly I didn’t want to hear what else he had to say.
Namjoon
Jeon and I agreed that you would marry his oldest son Jungkook, the future Capo dei Capi of the Familia.
Namjoon
Jeon and Kim have been talking on the phone several times in the last few weeks, and Jeon wanted the most beautiful omega for his son. Of course, we couldn’t give him the omegas of one of our soldiers. Kim doesn’t have omegas, so he said you were the most beautiful omega available
Jimin was just as beautiful, but he was younger. That probably saved him.
Kim Taehyung
There are so many beautiful girls
I couldn’t breathe. Father looked at me as if I was his most prized possession.
Namjoon
There aren’t many Italian omegas with hair like yours. Kim described it as golden *no expression*
Namjoon
You are our door into the Jeon Familia
Kim Taehyung
But, Father, I’m fifteen. I can’t marry
Namjoon
If I were to agree, you could. What do we care for laws?
I gripped the armrests so tightly, my knuckles were turning white, but I didn’t feel pain. Numbness was working its way through my body.
Namjoon
But I told Jeon that the wedding would have to wait until you turn eighteen. Your mother was adamant you be of age and finish school. Kim let her begging get to him
So the Boss had told my father the wedding had to wait. My own father would have thrown me into the arms of my future husband now. My husband . A wave of sickness crashed over me. I knew only two things about Jeon Jungkook; he would become the head of the Seoul mob once his father retired or died, and he got his nickname ‘The Vice’ for crushing a man’s throat with his bare hands. I didn’t know how old he was. My cousin had to marry a man thirty years her senior. Jungkook couldn’t be that old, if his father hadn’t retired yet. At least, that’s what I hoped. Was he cruel?
Kim Taehyung
("He’d crushed a man’s throat. He’ll be the head of the Seoul mob")
Kim Taehyung
Father*comes out as a whisper*
Kim Taehyung
Please don’t force me to marry that man
Father’s expression tightened.
Namjoon
You will marry Jeon Jungkook
Namjoon
I shook hands on it with his father. You will be a good wife to Jungkook, and when you meet him for the Engagement celebrations, you’ll act like an obedient omega
Kim Taehyung
Engagement party?!!!!!
Namjoon
Of course. It’s a good way to establish bonds between our families, and it’ll give Jungkook the chance to see what he’s getting out of the deal. We don’t want to disappoint him
I cleared my throat but the lump remained
Kim Taehyung
When is the engagement party?
Namjoon
August. We haven’t set a date yet.
That was in two months. I nodded numbly. I loved reading romance novels and whenever the couples in them married, I’d imagined how my wedding would be. I’d always imagined it would be filled with excitement and love. Empty dreams of a stupid omega.
Kim Taehyung
So I’m allowed to keep attending school?
What did it even matter if I graduated? I would never go to college, never work. All I’d be allowed to do was to warm my husband’s bed. My throat tightened further and tears prickled in my eyes, but I willed them not to fall. Father hated it when we lost control.
Namjoon
Yes. I told Jeon that you attend an all-girls Catholic school, which seemed to please him
Of course, it did. Couldn’t risk that I got anywhere near boys.
I walked out of the office as if in trance. I’d turned fifteen four months ago. My birthday had felt like a huge step toward my future, and I’d been excited. Silly me. My life was already over before it even began. Everything was decided for me.
chapter 1:2
I couldn’t stop crying. Jimin stroked my hair as my head lay in his lap. he was thirteen, only eighteen months younger than me, but today those eighteen months meant the difference between freedom and a life in a loveless prison. I tried very hard not to resent him for it. It wasn’t his fault.
Jimin
You could try to talk to Father again. Maybe he’ll change his mind
Jimin
*says in a soft voice*
Jimin
Maybe Mama will be able to convince him.
As if Father would ever let an omega make a decision for him.
Kim Taehyung
Nothing anyone could say or do will make a difference
I said miserably. I hadn’t seen Mother since he’d sent me into Father’s office. he probably couldn’t face me, knowing what he’d condemned me to.
I lifted my head and wiped the tears from my face. Jimin stared at me with pitiful blue eyes, the same cloudless summer sky blue as my own. But where my hair was light blond his was red. Father sometimes called him witch; it wasn’t an endearment.
Kim Taehyung
He shook hands on it with Jungkook’s father.
That’s what I’d wondered as well. Why had he found time to meet with the head of the Seoul Familia but not to tell me about his plans to sell me off like a better *****?
I shook off the frustration and despair trying to claw their way out of my body
Kim Taehyung
That’s what Father told me.
Jimin
there has to be something we can do
Jimin
But you haven’t even met the guy. You don’t even know how he looks! He could be ugly, fat and old
Ugly, fat and old. I wished that were the only features of Jungkook I had to worry about.
Jimin
Let’s google him. There have to be photos of him on the internet.
Jimin jumped up and took my laptop from my desk, then he sat down beside me, our sides pressed against each other.
We found several photos and articles about Jungkook. He had the coldest black eyes eyes I’d ever seen. I could imagine only too well how those eyes looked down at his victims before he put a bullet in their heads.
Jimin
He’s taller than everyone
Jimin explained why some people called him the Bull behind his back. That was the nickname the articles used and they called him the heir of businessman and club owner Jeon.
Maybe on the outside. Everybody knew what Jeon really was, but of course nobody was stupid enough to write about it.
Jimin
He’s with a new omega in every photo.
I stared down at the emotionless face of my future husband. The newspaper called him the most sought after bachelor in Seoul, heir to hundreds of millions of dollars. Heir to an imperium of death and blood, that’s what it should say
Jimin
*huffs*God, omegas are throwing themselves at him. I suppose he’s good looking.
Kim Taehyung
they can have him
I said bitterly. In our world a handsome exterior often hid the monster within. The society omegas saw his good looks and wealth. They thought the bad boy aura was a game. They fawned over his predator-like charisma because it radiated power. But what they didn’t know was that blood and death lurked beneath the arrogant smile.
Kim Taehyung
I need to talk to Hoseok
Hoseok was almost fifty and my father’s loyal soldier. He was also Jimin’s and my bodyguard. He knew everything about everyone. Mother called him a scandalmonger. But if anyone knew more about Jungkook, it was Hoseok.
Hoseok
He became a Made Man at eleven
Hoseok said, sharpening his knife on a grinder as he did every day. The smell of tomato and oregano filled the kitchen, but it didn’t give me a sense of comfort as it usually did.
I asked, trying to keep my voice even. Most people didn’t become fully initiated members of the Mafia until they were sixteen.
Kim Taehyung
Because of his father?
Hoseok grinned, revealing a gold incisor, and paused in his movements.
Hoseok
You think he got it easy because he’s the Boss’s son?
Hoseok
He killed his first man at eleven, that’s why it was decided to initiate him early.
Jimin
*gasp*He’s a monster
Hoseok
*shrugs*He’s what he needs to be. Ruling over Seoul, you can’t be a pu$$y.
He immediately gave an apologetic smile
Kim Taehyung
What happened?
I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know. If Jungkook had killed his first man at eleven, then how many more had he killed in the nine years since?
Hoseok shook his shaved head, and scratched the long scar that ran from his temple down to his chin. He was thin, and didn’t look like much, but Mother told me few were faster with a knife than him. I’d never seen him fight.
Hoseok
Can’t say. I’m not that familiar with Seoul
I watched our cook as she prepared dinner, trying to focus on something that wasn’t my churning stomach and my overwhelming fear. Hoseok scanned my face.
Hoseok
He’s a good catch. He’ll be the most powerful man on the South soon enough. He’ll protect you.
Kim Taehyung
And who will protect me from him?*hissed*
Hoseok didn’t say anything because the answer was clear: nobody could protect me from Jungkook after our wedding. Not Hoseok, and not my father if he felt so inclined. Omega in our world belonged to their husband. They were his property to deal with however he pleased.
Author
even though I was going to update tomorrow but I did it today because I am happy and also had my first reader
Author
so this update is for her
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so I changed Lee Dong wook to Hoseok if anyone has misunderstood if they are reading from the very start
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