Limerence (Taekook) (Kookgguk)
1
The night was cold.
And like a curse… the rain poured down, harsh and unrelenting.
Inside the hospital, a woman screamed in pain, her voice echoing through the sterile halls. Sweat dripped from her forehead, tears mixing with agony as nurses rushed around her.
Meanwhile, outside the room, her husband paced back and forth, steps restless, heart racing. Every cry from inside made his fists clench tighter.
A cry.
The first baby’s wail filled the air. The man froze, his breath hitching. A smile spread across his face—his child had been born.
But—
Before he could even move… another cry followed. A second baby.
The man’s eyes widened. His wife had given birth… to twins.
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When she was shifted to the general ward, the husband rushed in. First, he held his wife’s hand, kissing her forehead with relief. Then, finally, his eyes fell on the small bundles wrapped in white cloth.
He picked them up one by one.
The first baby—the elder—was an omega. A male omega.
His heart swelled with pride. Joy danced in his eyes.
But then… his gaze fell on the second child.
And just like that—his smile vanished. His face darkened.
Because the second baby… was an Ore.
The wife noticed the change in her husband’s face. Her heart dropped.
Mrs. Jeon
“W…what happened, hubby?” she asked, her voice trembling.
He silently handed her the second baby.
Mrs. Jeon
The woman’s face drained of color the moment she looked down. Her lips quivered.
“W…what? What is this?”
Her hands shook. In the blink of an eye, her happiness turned into horror.
The baby was an Ore.
A male Ore.
Shame. Curse. Misfortune. That was what the Jeon family believed an Ore to be.
The man tore his gaze away from the cursed child, and looked instead at the elder one—the omega. Peaceful. Innocent. Beautiful.
Mr. Jeon
“You gave me a blessing, wifey. A beautiful gift,” he said softly, cradling the child. “I shall name him Jeon Jungguk.”
Then, his tone shifted. Cold. Venomous.
Mr. Jeon
“And that thing…” His eyes flicked with contempt at the younger twin. “He shall be Jeon Jungkook. But never—never let the world know he is an Ore.”
And just like that…
The fate of an innocent soul was sealed.
From the moment of his birth, Jeon Jungkook was marked—not as a child, not as a blessing—but as a curse.
A curse his family could never wash away.
this is an omegaverse but you will rarely find terms related to omegaverse. there's no inner wolf thing here. there are 3 genders. alpha,omega and ores,can say ores replaced beta. alpha and omegas are validated but not ores. male omegas have male parts. ores as well but they are considered a mark,a curse and are infertile in the sense of bearing a child although they have a uterus too. omegas can get pregnant with an ores baby. ores are a bit on the short skinny lean side compared to omegas.
and yeah I don't know what crap I am writing and at some,not even some. at many points this story won't even make sense.
2
Years passed.
The twins grew up side by side… but their worlds could not have been more different.
One child grew up wrapped in warmth. Loved. Spoiled. Praised at every step.
The other… grew up starved of affection. Ignored. Insulted. Branded a curse.
Even as infants, the difference was clear.
Mrs. Jeon would breastfeed them both… but only one she held close afterward. The other was handed to the nanny, almost like he was a burden.
Jungguk — the apple of everyone’s eye. Showered with kisses, sweet words, and gifts.
Jungkook — the shadow in the corner. He had no one to call his… except his nanny, the only person who ever smiled at him with true warmth.
One quiet afternoon, seven-year-old Jungkook sat under the big tree in the garden. Away from everyone’s eyes, he plucked little flowers and carefully threaded them together. His tiny hands worked patiently, a soft smile on his face.
He was making a flower crown. A gift for his beautiful nanny.
But then—
Crush. Crush. Crush.
Small feet stomped down on his delicate crown. The petals scattered, broken under shoes.
baby gguk
“Curse!” Jungguk’s voice rang out, sharp and cruel. “What are you doing here, huh? Where did you steal these flowers?”
Jungkook froze. His wide eyes fell on the crushed flowers beneath his twin’s foot. The gift he had worked so hard on… destroyed.
His little fists clenched. His chest burned. Tears stung his eyes, but he didn’t want to cry. Not this time.
He stood up, trembling with anger, and shoved his brother.
It was a small push… but Jungguk fell, scraping his knee against the stone.
Instantly, the younger twin cried out loud, tears spilling as he clutched his knee. He didn’t stay long. He ran, sobbing, to find their mother.
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Hours later, Jungkook stood in his father’s study. His small body shook, but before he could even speak—
His cheek burned. His head snapped to the side.
Mrs. Jeon
“How dare you hurt my son, you curse!” Mrs. Jeon’s voice thundered as she held Jungguk protectively in her arms.
Another strike. This time from his father.
Mr. Jeon
“D…dada?” Jungkook’s voice cracked. His small hand clutched his cheek, eyes brimming with tears.
baby kook
“But… but he destroyed my gift…” he whispered, his voice tiny, almost lost in the heavy silence.
Mr. Jeon
“Shut up!” his father roared. “Go to your room! No lunch for you today. Reflect on your sins!”
Jungkook’s teary eyes flickered to Jungguk, who sat safely in their mother’s arms. His brother’s face was buried in her neck, still crying, still pretending to be the victim.
Heart heavy, Jungkook turned and ran.
Straight into the arms of the only person he trusted. His nanny.
He buried his face in her lap, sobbing uncontrollably, as she stroked his hair, whispering gentle words.
Words he never heard from anyone else.
3
Years passed like the wind, fleeting yet heavy. Sixteen. That’s how old they were now.
Jungkook had learned to swallow the insults, the ignorance… the feeling of being invisible in his own home. He told himself it didn’t matter. But deep inside, he still longed—longed to be seen, to be acknowledged, to be loved.
That’s why he studied day and night. Top of his classes, perfect grades. He thought maybe… just maybe, if he shined bright enough, they would finally see him.
His achievements were never his. They were painted as jealousy—envy towards his older brother.
“Jungkook just wants to compete with Jungguk.”
“Why can’t he be happy for his brother?”
That’s all he ever heard.
Meanwhile Jungguk… his every mistake was excused, his every demand fulfilled. Expensive cars. Branded clothes. Thick bundles of pocket money. Five times what Jungkook got.
And Jungkook? He rode a second-hand cycle. The one he bought by saving his own money.
One day, gathering courage, he stood before his father.
teenage kook
“D..Dad… can you buy me a scooter?” he asked carefully, almost afraid of his own words.
The man didn’t even look at him. His voice was sharp, like a blade.
Mr. Jeon
“What’s the need? Be grateful I’m even letting you live here. Now get out. Don’t show me your face.”
Jungkook’s throat tightened. His eyes stung. But he didn’t cry. He couldn’t. Lowering his gaze, he turned and walked away.
At school, things weren’t better. His brother and his friends treated him like dirt. Bullied him, mocked him. And he… he stayed silent.
Because he knew—if he fought back, Jungguk would throw a tantrum. And at home? His punishment would be waiting. No food. No warmth. Just more silence, more rejection.
That was his life.
A life where survival meant endurance.
A life where even breathing felt like sin.
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