(Taekook Smut & Short Stories) ~2
Ashes Of What Could Have Been¹
The hall was silent — not out of peace, but from tension wound so tight it could snap with a breath. At the center, under the gilded chandeliers of the Jeon estate, stood Jeon Jungkook, heir to one of the most influential families in Seoul. His obsidian eyes, cold and sharp like onyx, were locked on the man standing before him.
He stood with his hands at his sides, posture neither proud nor submissive, but grounded in a quiet strength. His clothes were plain — a crisp white shirt stained near the hem, worn jeans and a scuffed pair of boots. There was nothing regal about his appearance. Nothing that screamed wealth or power.
And yet fate had the audacity to bind Jungkook to him.
Jungkook (Omega)
*low growl rose from his throat*
Jungkook (Omega)
This is some sick joke.
*he spat, the disgust in his voice drawing murmurs from the pack members gathered around them*
The Moon Ceremony — meant to celebrate the divine pairing of mates chosen by destiny — had turned into a public shaming.
？？？
Elder
Your scent, has matched with Kim Taehyung. You are fated by the Moon Goddess to be his mate.
A peasant. A nobody. A man Jungkook wouldn’t even look at twice in the street
Jungkook said sharply, his voice rising, slicing through the silence.
Jungkook (Omega)
I don’t accept this. There’s been a mistake.
？？？
Elder
There are no mistakes in fate
Jungkook (Omega)
*hand shot out, grabbing the ceremonial dagger laid out before him.*“
Jungkook (Omega)
THEN I WILL MAKE ONE.
Gasps echoed as he slashed the blade across his palm, allowing his blood to drip down, severing the mate bond before it could root. His voice was cruel as he made the declaration.
Jungkook (Omega)
I, Jeon Jungkook, reject Kim Taehyung as my mate.
Taehyung didn’t move. He didn’t flinch. His face was unreadable, but his eyes… gods, his eyes held something ancient — grief, maybe, or disappointment.
Jungkook couldn’t tell. He didn’t care.
Jungkook (Omega)
I won’t be tied to a nobody...
Jungkook (Omega)
*threw the dagger down with a clang*
Jungkook (Omega)
I am Jeon Jungkook. I deserve a mate worthy of my name.
Taehyung’s lips curled slightly, but it wasn’t amusement. It was something bitter. Something resigned. He bowed politely, not to Jungkook, but to the elders.
Taehyung (TBA)
Thank you for the ceremony, I’ll be leaving now.
Taehyung (TBA)
*he turned on his heel and walked away, and Jungkook didn’t spare him a second glance*
Ashes Of What Could Have Been²
The storm came three days later.
Jungkook sat in his room, fingers scrolling aimlessly through his phone, when his father barged in, followed closely by his mother.
Jeon Yoo
You're getting married
*his father barked without preamble*
Jungkook (Omega)
*Looked up, frowning*
What?
Jeon Ye-Ji
To Kim Taehyung.
*added, less angry, more tired*
Jungkook (Omega)
*nearly laughed*
Are you both out of your minds?"
Jeon Yoo
*slammed a folder down on the table*
You've embarrassed our family in front of the pack. The elders are furious. Do you even know who Kim Taehyung is?
Jungkook (Omega)
A peasant?
*shot back*
Jeon Ye-Ji
He's the heir to Kim Corporation, they've been hiding his identity for years, preparing him in secret. He's wealthier than you. More powerful than you. And more humble than you'll ever be.
Jungkook (Omega)
So, do you think that now he has money, so I will marry him?
Jungkook (Omega)
Then hear me clearly, seeing him makes me feel disgusted, I don't feel comfortable around him, and thus I won't marry him.
Jeon Yoo
You will.
*voice thundered*
Jeon Yoo
This is not a request, Jungkook. We've tolerated your bratty behavior long enough. It's time you learn responsibility.
Jeon Ye-Ji
*approached him, placing a soft hand on his shoulder*
Taehyung accepted the marriage only because he didn't want to disgrace your name. He could've destroyed us publicly, but he didn't.
Jungkook (Omega)
*stared at them both, stunned & they were serious*
Jungkook (Omega)
You're selling me off
*whispered bitterly*
Jungkook (Omega)
To someone I rejected.
Jeon Yoo
To someone you wronged.
Jeon Yoo
Maybe it's time you learn what it feels like to be humbled.
There were no flowers. No laughter. No music. Just ink on paper and heavy silence. Taehyung arrived in a sleek black car, dressed in a midnight suit that clung to his tall frame. He looked nothing like the man Jungkook remembered from the ceremony.
Power radiated from him like heat.
Jungkook's lips pressed into a line as he stood beside him, both signing the contract without a word.
？？？
Officiant
Congratulations, You may now-
Jungkook (Omega)
We won't be kissing.
Taehyung didn't react. He simply walked away from the altar.
The drive to their shared penthouse was colder than winter. Jungkook sat with his arms folded, glaring out the window while Taehyung typed on his phone. When they arrived, he stepped out first and said nothing as he led Jungkook to a luxurious penthouse overlooking the city.
Taehyung (TBA)
This is your room
*said, opening the guest suite*
Taehyung (TBA)
You'll stay here. Meals are at 7. You'll be expected to handle domestic chores unless stated otherwise.
Jungkook (Omega)
You expect me to clean?
*stared at his back stunned*
Taehyung (TBA)
*turned slowly, meeting his eyes*
Consider it part of your penance.
He left without waiting for a reply, the sound of the door clicking behind him louder than any scream.
That night, Jungkook stared at the ceiling, the scent of Taehyung still faint in the sheets - sandalwood and rain.
He hated this. Hated the silence, the humiliation, the shame of being tied to someone he once looked down upon.
But most of all, he hated that his heart thudded a little louder when he thought about Taehyung's eyes.
Eyes that didn't burn in anger.
Eyes that hurt in silence.
Ashes Of What Could Have Been³
⚠️ Warning ⚠️
The chapter can be slight abusive
The penthouse was stunning - white marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, furniture that looked too expensive to sit on. But to Jungkook, it felt like a graveyard. Cold. Echoing. Empty.
A cage lined with glass and wealth.
He hadn't spoken a word to anyone since the wedding.
Correction - he hadn't been allowed to speak unless spoken to.
Taehyung (TBA)
Your voice is not needed unless I require it.
*said on their first night together, his voice colder than the winds outside*
Taehyung (TBA)
You lost the right to opinions the day you publicly disgraced me.
Jungkook stood silently at the corner of the room, fingers trembling against his side, barely able to hold in the scream building inside him.
The black collar around his neck - a humiliating symbol Taehyung had made him wear - chafed against his skin. It wasn't physical bondage, but it was meant to be a reminder: You belong to me now.
That morning, Taehyung dropped a list of tasks on the kitchen table without so much as a glance.
Laundry.
Dishes.
Scrub the floors.
Clean the bathrooms - with a toothbrush.
Taehyung (TBA)
Done by eight. I don't like filth where I sleep.
*said, buttoning up his suit*
Taehyung (TBA)
And don't leave streaks on the windows this time. I'll check.
Jungkook (Omega)
*stared at him*
You can't treat me like this.
Taehyung (TBA)
*looked back with a small, humorless smile*
I can. I am. And you'll obey - or I'll make sure the world knows what a disobedient little brat the Jeon heir really is.
Taehyung (TBA)
*left without a backward glance*
The moment the door shut, Jungkook collapsed onto the floor.
His knees gave in. His fingers clenched into fists. He had once stood in boardrooms with powerful men, giving orders with ease.
Now, he was scrubbing toilet bowls with his bare hands, bruises on his knees from the floor tiles, and cuts on his fingers from broken glass he'd been too tired to notice.
He wasn't allowed to leave the penthouse. Taehyung had locked his phone away in a coded safe. He wasn't allowed visitors. The few times he tried to call out through the balcony or knock on the walls -
Taehyung's voice echoed in his ears again:
Taehyung (TBA)
Try running and I'll send photos of you scrubbing floors to every media outlet in Seoul. Let's see what your fancy little reputation looks like then.
That night, Taehyung returned late. Jungkook had barely finished folding the last of the laundry when the door clicked open.
Jungkook (Omega)
You're late.
*said bitterly*
A sharp slap cracked across his cheek before he saw it coming.
He stumbled, catching himself against the wall, stunned.
Taehyung (TBA)
Speak when spoken to.
*said, voice calm - too calm*
Taehyung (TBA)
You're here to serve. Not complain.
Jungkook (Omega)
*touched his cheek, tears threatening to fall - not from the pain, but from humiliation*
Why are you doing this to me?
Taehyung walked past him, setting his briefcase on the table.
Taehyung (TBA)
Because I loved you once. And you made me feel worthless.
Jungkook (Omega)
I didn't know-
Taehyung (TBA)
That I was rich?
Taehyung cut him off, turning with cold fire in his eyes.
Taehyung (TBA)
You didn't care. You saw a man in second-hand shoes and decided he was beneath you.
Jungkook was trembling now.
Taehyung stepped closer, cornering him between the wall and his shadow.
Taehyung (TBA)
Now I want you to understand what it feels like to be beneath someone. I want you to live it. Taste it.
Taehyung (TBA)
*grabbed Jungkook's jaw, tilting his head up*
You're mine now. Not because the Moon Goddess said so. Because I own you. And if you ever disobey me again...
Taehyung (TBA)
*voice dropped to a whisper, laced with venom*
I'll take the one thing you still have - your dignity.
Jungkook choked back a sob as Taehyung finally released him, leaving him in the hallway like discarded trash.
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