In a world where being born an Omega is seen as a mark of weakness, what happens when someone is born even weaker than that? How does society treat you? How do your family and friends look at you when you're deemed less than the lowest rank?
Kim Tae...
(There will be many family moments with life struggles.)
(11,250 words 💀 good luck my fella 😶)
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Taehyung’s stomach fluttered with excitement as he walked through the airport, his fingers intertwined with Jungkook’s. Beside him, his handsome husband looked effortlessly stunning—his deep brown hair tied up in a half-man bun, wearing a simple yet classy black T-shirt paired with blue jeans that hugged his frame perfectly. Jungkook pushed their trolley bag with one hand while keeping his grip firm on Taehyung’s.
Taehyung himself was dressed in black trousers and a loose white shirt that gave him an elegant yet relaxed look. His pearl necklace, a recent gift from Jungkook, rested against his collarbone, catching the light beautifully.
"I'm so excited! This is our first trip together," Taehyung said as they walked, his voice bubbling with joy.
Jungkook turned to him, his smile full of adoration. "Paris is going to be memorable for us," he murmured before leaning in to place a soft kiss on Taehyung’s temple.
"It’ll be our second honeymoon!" Taehyung added excitedly, hugging Jungkook’s arm before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
"And our fourth," came a familiar voice from the side.
Taehyung and Jungkook turned to see J-Hope pushing a trolley overloaded with bags. Seated at the front of it, as if he were royalty, was Yoongi—his black sunglasses in place, arms crossed, looking as unbothered as ever.
You think only the Taekook couple is going on vacation? No, no, no. This family does everything together.
"Fourth honeymoon of whom? You two?" Jimin’s voice cut in from the left.
Jimin and Yoonji walked beside them, exuding class. Each carried only a sleek handbag, their outfits drenched in branded fashion that screamed luxury.
J-Hope glanced at Yoongi, and their eyes met for a moment before both made exaggerated disgusted faces.
"Ew. No way. This horse face isn’t my type," Yoongi scoffed, turning his attention forward.
J-Hope gasped, looking utterly offended. "WHY?! What’s wrong with me?!"
Yoongi didn’t even bother answering, lounging on the trolley like a king.
"You two do look like a cute couple, though," Yoonji teased, lowering his sunglasses just enough to smirk at his husband.
Yoongi spat. "Huh? Cute couple or a cute master-servant duo? I’m the master, by the way."
"So I’M THE SERVANT?!" J-Hope shrieked, disbelief etched across his face.
Yoongi turned back lazily, expression unreadable, and casually said, "Yeah, duh."
J-Hope clutched his chest dramatically, as if his entire existence had just crumbled. "I can’t believe this..."
