Chapter 1: A New Body, A New Life

The faint scent of old wood and unfamiliar herbs lingered in the air.

Taehyung slowly blinked his eyes open, his head pounding with a dull ache. The low ceiling above him was made of dark wooden beams, rough and uneven, not the white-painted walls he was used to. The weight of an old cotton blanket pressed over his legs, and somewhere outside, the sharp caw of a crow rang out.

This wasn’t his room.

This wasn’t his world.

His breath caught. The last thing he remembered… was crossing the street, the blinding headlights—

A cold shiver ran down his spine. He sat up quickly, his heart racing. The sudden movement made his body ache all over, as if it had been weak for a long time. His hands—slender, calloused in an unfamiliar way—trembled as he reached up to touch his face. The skin was smooth, but there was something off. His palms slid down to his chest, where soft padding greeted him. Not a woman’s chest, but not a man’s either. Flat, yet not quite.

His gaze dropped lower.

His breath hitched.

This body…

This body wasn’t his.

A door creaked somewhere nearby. Heavy footsteps approached.

Before Taehyung could gather his thoughts, the door to the small room opened, and a tall man stepped inside. His face was expressionless, his gaze distant. Broad shoulders, rolled-up sleeves, rough working hands. His hair was slightly messy as if he had just returned from the fields.

"You're awake," the man said, his voice low and steady. There was no joy, no concern—just a calm statement, as if this were all routine.

Taehyung stared at him in silence.

The man paused. "You fainted during the wedding ceremony. I sent for the village doctor, but you only needed rest."

Wedding?

Taehyung’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Had he transmigrated into someone who just got married?

To this man?

His dry lips parted. "Who… who are you?"

The man’s brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t seem surprised by the question.

"Jeon Jungkook. Your husband." His voice was flat, as if the word 'husband' carried no weight, no warmth.

Husband.

Taehyung's mind spun. This was too fast. Too strange.

"Your name…?" Jungkook asked carefully, perhaps noticing his odd reaction.

Taehyung scrambled to remember. He quickly searched the fragmented memories in his head—flashes of a quiet village life, of people calling out softly to someone…

"Taehyung," he answered hesitantly.

Jungkook’s gaze lingered on him, studying him for a moment before he gave a small nod, as if accepting that Taehyung might be disoriented from fainting.

“You can rest today. The house is simple, but you’ll get used to it.”

Without waiting for a response, Jungkook placed a small cloth bundle on the table—a few steamed buns and a wooden cup of barley tea—before turning to leave.

The door clicked softly behind him.

Taehyung sat in silence, the weight of the situation slowly settling over him like heavy fog.

He had transmigrated.

Into the body of a ger.

A third gender in this world—someone who could bear children, yet was neither fully man nor woman.

And now, he was the second spouse of a man who treated him like a polite stranger.

His hands curled tightly into the rough blanket.

He didn’t know Jungkook.

He didn’t know this family.

He didn’t know this world.

But somewhere deep in his heart, a tiny seed of determination quietly took root.

He had been given another life.

And this time, he would live it carefully.

Not rushed.

Not foolishly.

Not for anyone else—but for himself.

For now, he would learn.

For now, he would watch.

And slowly he would build himself in this life.

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To be Continued

Bye

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