You Caged Me! (Taekook)
Pathetic Omega!
The morning sun peeked through the cracks in the tattered curtains, casting a dim light over Taehyung’s small, cluttered room. He stirred under the thin blanket, dreading the day ahead. His body ached from yesterday’s beatings, but he knew his suffering was far from over. For an omega like him, life had never been kind.
The heavy footsteps outside his door made his heart race. His father was awake, and that only meant one thing: more pain.
Mr. Kim
*The door slammed open with a bang, and Taehyung winced at the sound.*
Mr. Kim
Get up, you lazy brat! *his father growled, towering over him.*
Mr. Kim
Do you think we feed you for free? Get to work!
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung scrambled out of bed, his limbs shaking.*
Kim Taehyung
I-I’m sorry, Father! *he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.*
Kim Taehyung
I’ll get started right away.
Mrs. Kim
*His mother’s voice rang out from the kitchen.*
Mrs. Kim
And don’t forget to clean the entire house today! And make sure the meals are ready by noon! We have guests coming over, and I don’t want them to see how useless you are!
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung bit his lip, suppressing the tears that threatened to spill.*
Kim Taehyung
Yes, Mother. 😰
As he hurried to the kitchen, he passed by his younger siblings who were laughing and playing in the living room, completely ignoring him. They had always been favored—alphas like their parents. He, the omega, was treated as nothing more than a servant.
Mrs. Kim
*His mother glared at him as he entered the kitchen.*
Mrs. Kim
You’re so slow. Do you think we have all day to wait for you? The least you could do is be useful for once in your pathetic life.
Kim Taehyung
I’m sorry, Mother… 😰🥺
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung muttered, lowering his head as he began preparing breakfast. His hands trembled as he chopped vegetables, the memory of his father’s fist from the previous night fresh in his mind.*
Mr. Kim
Pathetic! 💢 *his father spat from behind him.*
Mr. Kim
No wonder no one wants you. You’re just a worthless burden. We should have gotten rid of you when you were born. 💢
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung’s breath hitched. He had heard these words so many times, but they never failed to sting.* 💔
Kim Taehyung
*The sharp sting of rejection burned in his chest, but he kept his mouth shut, knowing that any protest would only lead to more pain.* 💔
As he set the table for breakfast, his father grabbed him by the collar and yanked him close.
Mr. Kim
Look at me when I’m talking to you.. 😡 *he snarled.*
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung’s wide eyes met his father’s icy gaze.*
Kim Taehyung
Yes, Father… 😰
Mr. Kim
You better not mess up today. If I hear even a single complaint from our guests, I’ll make sure you regret ever being born. 😡
Mr. Kim
*His father’s grip tightened, making it harder for Taehyung to breathe.*
Kim Taehyung
I-I won’t mess up… *Taehyung whispered, his voice shaking.*
Mr. Kim
You better not! 💢 *his father grows throwing him back against the counter.*
Mr. Kim
Now get out of my sight. 💢😡
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung stumbled, barely catching himself on the edge of the counter. He nodded quickly, his heart pounding in his chest.*
Kim Taehyung
Yes, Father. 🥺
Mrs. Kim
*His mother scoffed, watching him with disdain.*
Mrs. Kim
And stop looking so pathetic all the time. It’s no wonder no alpha has ever claimed you. You’re a disgrace. 💢
Kim Taehyung
*The words cut deeper than the bruises on his skin, but Taehyung had learned long ago not to cry in front of them. Tears only made things worse.*
Learn Your Place!
After breakfast, while his siblings sat at the table eating and laughing, Taehyung quietly cleaned up the kitchen, his stomach growling. He hadn’t eaten yet, but he knew better than to ask for food before everyone else was served.
Mrs. Kim
Clean this place properly! *his mother snapped from the dining room.*
Mrs. Kim
I don’t want the guests to think we live like pigs just because of you.
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued scrubbing the floor, the harsh words ringing in his ears. His hands were red and raw from the constant cleaning, but he couldn’t stop.*
Kim Taehyung
*If his parents found even a speck of dirt, the consequences would be brutal.*
By noon, he had prepared lunch and cleaned the entire house. His parents’ guests arrived, and Taehyung stood silently in the corner, his head bowed, just as he was instructed.
Random
*One of the guests, an alpha from their community, looked him up and down with disgust.*
Random
Is that your omega son? *he sneered, turning to Taehyung’s father.*
Random
Pathetic. He looks like he could barely stand, let alone contribute anything useful.
Mr. Kim
*Taehyung’s father laughed, his voice filled with bitterness.*
Mr. Kim
Don’t worry about him. He knows his place. Worthless or not, we’ve kept him alive out of pity.
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung swallowed the lump in his throat. He wanted to scream, to tell them that he was more than just an omega, more than the burden they believed him to be. But he couldn’t. Not here. Not now. He was trapped in this life, caged by their cruelty.*
Kim Taehyung
*And deep down, he wasn’t sure if he would ever escape.*
The day dragged on as Taehyung continued to serve the guests, his body aching from exhaustion and constant demands.
As evening fell, and the guests finally left, his mother glared at him.
Mrs. Kim
You were too slow to serve the tea today. Do you know how embarrassing that was for us? *she snapped.*
Kim Taehyung
I’m sorry! *Taehyung whispered, his voice barely audible.*
Mr. Kim
Sorry doesn’t cut it… 💢 *his father growled. He grabbed Taehyung by the arm and yanked him toward the back room, where they often punished him.*
Kim Taehyung
*Taehyung’s heart pounded in his chest as he tried to prepare for what was coming, but no matter how many times it happened, he could never get used to the pain.*
Mr. Kim
You’ll learn your place! 😏 *his father spat before raising his hand.*
Kim Taehyung
*Can’t even scream his pain out.*
And the blows began. Again.
Urge To Claim!
Jungkook leaned back in his leather chair, swirling the glass of whiskey in his hand as he gazed out of the large windows overlooking the city. The night had fallen, and the lights of Seoul glowed beneath him. As the head of one of the most feared mafia families in Korea, he controlled the streets, the businesses, and the people. Everything belonged to him.
But there was one thing that had recently caught his eye—something he had yet to possess.
He had first seen the omega a few weeks ago, cowering behind his family during one of their business meetings. Taehyung had been quiet, head down, seemingly invisible.
But to Jungkook, he had been impossible to ignore. There was something about the boy’s fragile frame, the way his eyes flickered with fear, that ignited a primal urge within him.
Jeon Jungkook
*His phone buzzed on the desk, and without looking, he answered it.*
Kim Namjoon
Boss! *Namjoon’s voice came from the other end.*
Kim Namjoon
We’ve found out more about the Kim family. It’s worse than we thought.
Kim Namjoon
They treat the omega son like trash. Apparently, he’s nothing more than a servant in his own home.
Jeon Jungkook
Taehyung~ *Jungkook’s grip tightened around the glass, the liquid sloshing over the rim.*
Kim Namjoon
Yes, Boss! *Namjoon confirmed.*
Kim Namjoon
They’ve kept him hidden all these years, treating him like he’s worthless because he’s an omega. No one knows much about him.
Jeon Jungkook
*Jungkook leaned forward, his eyes narrowing.*
Jeon Jungkook
I want him. ❄️
Kim Namjoon
Boss? 😰 *Namjoon’s voice hesitated.*
Jeon Jungkook
You heard me! ❄️ *Jungkook growled.*
Jeon Jungkook
I want him. Bring him to me. ❄️ *Licked his lips*
Kim Namjoon
*There was a pause before Namjoon spoke again.*
Kim Namjoon
Are you sure, Boss? From what we’ve gathered, he’s… not exactly what you’re used to. He’s broken, scared, and—
Jeon Jungkook
That doesn’t concern me! ❄️ *Jungkook interrupted coldly.*
Jeon Jungkook
He’ll be mine. Whether he wants it or not.
Kim Namjoon
*Namjoon sighed.*
Kim Namjoon
I’ll arrange it.
Jungkook hung up the phone, his jaw clenched. He stood and walked over to the window, staring out at the city with dark intensity. The image of Taehyung’s terrified eyes played over and over in his mind, fueling the possessive fire that burned inside him.
It wasn’t love he felt for the omega. No, it was something far more dangerous—an obsession. Taehyung was delicate, like a piece of fine porcelain, and Jungkook wanted to break him, to mold him into something that belonged only to him.
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