The Love They Left Behind
Mom
The ceremony hall was dressed like a dream, but for Jungkook it felt like a cage. White roses lined the aisle, candles flickered with soft warmth — yet all he could feel was the ice tightening in his chest.
He stood at the altar like a man carved from stone. No smile. No spark. Just a heavy, unspoken truth pressing against his ribs: this wasn’t love. This was arrangement. Obligation. A future he had never wanted.
His seven-year-old son stood at his side, a rare, bright spot in the suffocating air. The boy’s hands trembled from excitement, not nerves, his small face glowing with a happiness that didn’t belong in this frozen place.
Jungmin
Papa(he whispered, tugging at Jungkook’s sleeve)
Jungmin
He’ll be my mom now, right? No one will laugh at me anymore?
Jungkook didn’t answer at first. His jaw tightened, his eyes fixed on the aisle ahead — on the person walking toward him, someone he was about to promise forever to without ever giving his heart.
The boy smiled, wide and unguarded, as if the world had just become safe. But beside him, Jungkook remained still — a groom without joy, a man without warmth, standing at the edge of a vow that would change everything, and nothing at all.
The doors opened with a low creak, and the air shifted.
Kim Taehyung stepped inside — a male omega, draped in soft white, skin like porcelain, eyes lowered in quiet grace. Even in stillness, he seemed to pull the light towards him. He wasn’t trying to shine, yet everyone in the room stared as if beauty itself had walked in.
Murmurs broke out, faint and stunned.
Mrs Jeon
An omega And a beautiful one at that.
Jungkook, however, didn’t flinch. His gaze flickered over Taehyung once — cold, assessing, distant. To him, this wasn’t a dream walking down the aisle. It was a name on a marriage contract. A future parent for his son. Nothing more.
But to the little boy standing at Jungkook’s side — it was something else entirely. His wide eyes lit up like stars.
Jungmin
Papa…(he breathed, tugging at Jungkook’s sleeve.)He’s… he’s like an angel.
Jungkook didn’t reply. His jaw tightened. His hands stayed clasped in front of him, unmoved.
The boy couldn’t hold it in. His tiny legs moved before anyone could stop him. He darted down the aisle, straight to Taehyung, his little hand grasping the omega’s slender fingers with innocent certainty.
Taehyung
(Blinked, startled)Oh—
Jungmin
You’re so pretty( beaming, tugging gently)Come on! You’re gonna be my mom now!
Soft laughter rippled through the family, breaking the tension for a heartbeat.
But the boy didn’t care. He looked back at the priest, cheeks flushed with excitement.
Jungmin
Father!(he called out, his voice echoing through the quiet hall)
Jungmin
Start the wedding! I want my mom now!
Taehyung’s lips parted slightly, a flicker of surprise and something softer in his eyes. For a moment, warmth brushed the cold edges of the room.
Jungkook exhaled slowly, eyes lowering, expression unreadable. Duty waited. The ceremony would begin — whether or not his heart was present.
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