Reborn As The Empire's Most Desired Omega
Hope Is A Weapon
Age 25, East wing, song Estate.
The velvet curtains barely stopped the warm summer sun from entering the luxurious room. The floors were heated marble. The bed, wide enough for three, sat untouched except by the Alpha who owned it
Lim taehyung lay curled at the base of a tall dresser, ribs sharp beneath translucent skin, the silk of his discarded robe clinging to his fevered body like a second betrayal. His lips were split from dehydration. His scent, which had previously filled rooms and turned heads, had faded into something brittle and hollow.
He hadn't bathed in days. The bathing room, like the bed, like the fire, like the fresh food arranged so delicately on the high buffet table, was off-limits. His bond mark,once a vivid gold, had dulled to a pale smudge. Song hadn't touched him in six months.
Not since the last failed heat. Not since the alpha leaned close to his face, nostrils flared in disgust, and said
song Jae youn
𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆
then he made his biggest mistake
He'd asked song, with a trembling voice and tear-lined eyes, whether the problem might not be his alone, whether it could, possibly, be the alpha's fault.
The silence that followed had been worse than a slap.
Song's ego flared, as fragile things do when touched. His pride , bloodline, and image as a virile, powerful noble had all cracked in that moment. And taehyung soft-voiced and desperate, had been the one to shatter it.
What came next killed the last sliver of trust he had. The last shard of belief that mateship meant protection.
song Jae youn did the unthinkable. he brought in other alphas. one by one
song Jae youn
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔?
He asked, not unkindly, that was the worst part.
His tone was almost gentle. His fingers threading through taehyung's hair like he was still something precious. Something of his.
song Jae youn
𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔.
And for a single, stupid heartbeat, taehyung Believed him.
He let himself imagine it: a future where he wasn't broken. Where the problem could be named and fixed. where someone stayed beside him through the worst and Said, it's not your fault.
He imagined quiet morning. A garden, maybe, a family. Peace.
So he nodded, hope catching in his throat like splinters. He followed when song Jae told him to shower. When he told him to drink something sweetened. When he sealed the room and locked the door behind him
taehyung barely Noticed the heat crawling under his skin until it was too late
He couldn't fight. Couldn't even lift a finger when the induced heat took hold.
And song jae watched with the detached interest of a man testing a theory. There was no affection or humanity in those silver eyes.
The others come in. One by one. Faces blurred by time, by trauma, by the haze of forced submission. Taehyung felt them, endured them, and drowned in the sickening perfume song Jae had insisted he wear. The same perfume he'd once said made taehyung smell like honeysuckle and gold.
He never touched him again after that. Not once. Taehyung stopped asking questions.
The truth had been obvious from the beginning. He'd been sold the moment he failed to bloom before his eighteen year. Before his name could be legitimized and the empire might've had to acknowledge him.
He was born with too much beauty, too much blood, and none of the power to defend either.
His mother, Lim ji Yeon, once a courtesan-turned-consort, half smiled sweetly the day she told him to pack.
Lim ji Yeon (mc mother)
𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚
Lim ji Yeon (mc mother)
**She said, adjusting his collar like he was going off to a gala instead of being sold**
Lim ji Yeon (mc mother)
𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆. 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕, 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔.
Lim ji Yeon (mc mother)
𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓
Lim ji Yeon (mc mother)
**She kissed his cheek**
Lim ji Yeon (mc mother)
𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖
taehyung had clung to those words for a long time, convincing himself that at least one person in the world loved him. That maybe she had tried to protect him. That maybe her hands trembled, just a little, when she closed the car door and sent him away.
However, that deception also came to light .
The alpha he met then, count song, was nothing like the ones taehyung had known at court
he was calm. Soft-spoken. He didn't leer like the others. He didn't grab.
He brought flowers to their first private dinner and asked about taehyung's studies. He listened and smiled with warmth that taehyung had never seen directed at him before.
And taehyung, gods, folkish, hopefully taehyung, had thought, ' this one will choose me,'
His youth. His dreams. His career
He tucked away the books he used to study late at night. stopped writing to his professors. Let his work fade in the soft shadow of the bond he was promised.
He let himself believe that this man, the one who kissed him softly before their first heat together, who held him through the pain, who said. " You're safe now" could be his everything.
But years later, when his hands trembled too much to turn pages and his eyes burned with fever, he forced himself to read the contract again.
line by line. Clause by clause. And saw it for what it truly was
He hadn't been given to song for affection. Not even for the promise of children.
He was sold like a chair or an inconvenient painting.
An omega with imperial blood. The bastard son of the emperor.
Song had never wanted him. He wanted the access, the possibility that binding himself to a cast-off imperial night earned him a seat closer to the throne.
When taehyung failed to deliver a child, the illusion cracked. And with it, so did any pretense of care.
Now, curled on the heated floor in the stifling room that song refuses to cool because he knew how much taehyung despised the heat, taehyung could barely breathe.
His robe clung to him like damp punishment, sweat plastering the expensive fabric to his too-thin frame. He couldn't even pull it off. His fingers shook too hard.
But they tightened anyway, clenching into the folds as if he could tear it apart with hate alone.
His heart was slowing. He could feel it. Luke the house itself was pressing down on him, suffocating him with silence and warmth and rotting sweetness.
Somewhere above, a fly buzzed lazily beneath the chandelier. The grapes on the buffet had begun to mold. The fire flickered low, even now, burning steadily as if to mock him. taehyung couldn't remember the last time he'd seen someone enter the room.
A ruin behind closed doors.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He tried to lift his head. but the weight of the robe pulled him down**
His lungs dragged in another breath, shallow and wet, the scent of his own fever made his stomach churn.
not song. Not the servants. not even ji Yeon, his own mother, who had long since stopped calling or writing.
He wasn't afraid. Not anymore. Just tired.
He imagined, for a moment, the cool stone floor of a temple. The scent of incense. Spring sunlight dancing across stained glass. A boy kneeling in a prayer he didn't understand
? ? ?
Let me live with purpose
He'd been seventeen. Beautiful. Hopeful.
He hadn't known yet that hope was a weapon . that love could be a leash. That his body and bloodline would become currency in someone else's game.
and now everything was fading to black like sickly sweet dream.
The silence curled around him. Thick and final. his chest rose once. Fell.
and when it didn't rise again, no one noticed.
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Dream Or Reality
Age 17, temple of first light, inner empire
the pounding in his temple turned into a series of measured, sharp sounds, similar to heels stepping on marble
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**he frowned**
Yet another new maid. Probably one of those wide - eyed types who hadn't quite figured out who he was. Curious now, until someone whispered 'Lim' in her ear and she would scurry off like they all did
He didn't bother lifting his head because he didn't have the necessary strength.
The air smelled of incense and dusty stone. his knees ached as they pressed against the polished floor. The silk robe clung to his skin, damp with nerves, sweat, or the weight of whatever this life was.
He didn't remember kneeling. when was the last time he had legs strong enough to kneel?
He didn't die. The thought had settled painfully in his head, filling every other corner of it.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He let out a low, shaky sigh as if disappointed at still being alive**
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
Like someone who wishes the gods would hurry up and finish what they started.
His fingers dug slightly into the silk at his thighs, half-expecting bone to press through skin like before. But his legs were solids, smooth. There were no dents where the bone had been broken, and no scars deep enough to fit his fingertip inside.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He opened his eyes with a force that had long gone**
Taehyung blinked, still trying to clear the permanent blur on the edge of his vision. his hands were smaller. His nails were unbitten. His wrists were unscarred.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He lifted his head slowly, trying to understand where he was**
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
(It didn't look like the bedroom from the song Estate?)
A woman stood a few steps away, posture flawless, one brow arched like she was waiting for him to say something. Her designer dress was dark green with gold accents. Her hair was the color of firelight, coiled into an effortless twist. she resembled the portraits whispered about in court corridors and state photography in the media.
Lady Kim hey Kyo. Not a maid, servant, or even a hallucination, unless hallucinations began to dress better.
Something was different from the photos he saw of her and his hazy memories. She looked sharper and younger. Less guarded around the eyes.
That unsettled him more than anything else
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He wet his lips, tried to speak and failed**
Kim hey Kyo
**She stepped closer, folding her fan with a single, sudden motion**
Kim hey Kyo
You're not going to faint, are you?
Kim hey Kyo
I despise when men faint before introduction. Makes everything unnecessarily dramatic
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He exhaled a short breath through his nose, intending to laugh but coming out choked**
Her gaze didn't soften, but rather sharpened. Focused. For ince, someone was genuinely concerned about his well-being
Kim hey Kyo
How old are you?
He didn't answer. He didn't know what to answer, and if this was a dream, then there was no point in saying anything.
Kim hey Kyo
You're clearly not awakened yet
Kim hey Kyo
this narrows down the options seventeen?
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**A small nod**
Taehyung's body had made the move without his mind thinking about it.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
( Seventeen? Am I dreaming? )
Kim hey Kyo
Mm,**she said, tilting her head**
Kim hey Kyo
Your mother paraded you like a prized mare at the last embassy ball. now I remember.
Kim hey Kyo
**She said, snapping her golden fan close to her wrist **
Kim hey Kyo
your coming -of-age party is in a few days
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
I know...you
Kim hey Kyo
Because I certainly know you.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**that made him blink**
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
Why?
Kim hey Kyo
**She said, crouching gracefully so she could meet his eyes level**
Kim hey Kyo
you've looked like you were about to shatter since you were twelve.
Kim hey Kyo
I pay attention to things that look expensive and fragile. they tend to break interestingly.
that got a response from him: a breath, a laugh, a sound somewhere between offense and gratitude.
He remembered her voice now
Sharp at court, elegant at galas, never cruel like the others he had known, but always dangerous.
His mother, Lim ji Yeon, hated that
ji Yeon hated that she never reached lady Kim hey kyo's type of influence. That she never had power, reputation, or luck to marry a duke who died in a war two years later, leaving her with titles, land, and no strings attached.
hey Kyo never had to beg, she never had to scheme. she walked into rooms, and people moved.
Ji Yeon fawned over foreign princes and second sons, always clinging to someone else's name. Kim hey Kyo was the name
And now, she stood here, hands perfectly manicured, looking Doen at the bastard son of the emperor like she was still deciding if he was salvageable.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**Dropped his gaze**
He could still taste rot in his memory. He could still hear the thud of those velvet curtains in the windless, golden cage. The sickly sweet smell of decaying fruits and flowers. The stickiness of his unwashed skin.
His chest tightened at the sharp, breathless thought that he might have been spared. That the life he lived, suffered, and died through.... Was over.
He shifted his gaze to the statue above the altar, a god he couldn't remember, possibly one of Mercy. Or judgement. They all blurred together in the end.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
( Have I died? Or....I never lived that life? )
Not, it was too painful. Too real. Too raw to be anything but truth.
The fever. The silence. The bruises hidden under silk. The sound song made when he was disappointed and how casual it had become. The weight of waiting for death without any more tears to shed.
And now he was here again.
The gods had done something. or Faye had snapped. it time itself had pity. He didn't know.
And lady Kim hey Kyo was standing a few steps away, watching him like a puzzle she'd already started solving.
Kim hey Kyo
Still kneeling?
Kim hey Kyo
you must have something very impressive to atone for
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He blinked slowly. Still too unnerved to move**
his legs weren't weak, not truly, not yet, but his mind hadn't caught up with the fact that they could still carry him. that they were unbroken. That he hadn't collapsed in the dirt behind the song estate's East wing and rotted beneath the silk.
The memory made his stomach twist.
then her voice came again, softer this time.
Kim hey Kyo
Here, **she said and extended her hand toward him, graceful and unhurried. Her amber gaze didn't flinch as she watched him wince at the ache behind his knees**
Kim hey Kyo
let me help you
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He stared at her hand.So clean. Steady. There was no malice in her grip, and no pretense**
Just a hang, offered without strings.
that made it worse, somehow.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
I....
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**His voice cracked. He winced at the sound of it**
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
you don't have to
It was difficult to remember how his voice sounded before, now that it was younger and thinner.
Kim hey Kyo
I don't do anything I don't want to
Kim hey Kyo
And you, darling, look like a boy the gods spay back out for a reason
Kim hey Kyo
Let's not waste the theatrics.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He hesitated. His fingers hovered before finally allowing them to close around hers**
The touch was almost too much. He stood with her help, stiff and slow, every movement echoing the memory of a body far older than this one. He swayed once.
Kim hey Kyo
**She didn't let go**
Kim hey Kyo
There,,, ** she murmured, brushing a nonexistent crease from his sleeve**
Kim hey Kyo
See? Not so tragic.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**His throat tightened . He hadn't been touched like that in years**
Nit without purpose. Not without cost
And yet here she was, smoothing his sleeves like he hadn't just clawed his way back from death. Like he was a young boy, shaken but whole.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He swallowed hard, unsure how long he could hold the pieces together before they slipped**
Kim hey Kyo
you Walk like someone twice your age
Kim hey Kyo
** she observed, glancing down at his feet **
Kim hey Kyo
Has no one taught you to fake grace yet?
Kim hey Kyo
or are you determined to make your priest think you're halfway to martyrdom?
Taehyung didn't answer. Couldn't. Not with his heart pounding so loudly in his chest. Not when he could still smell the rot in his memory. Not when the ache in his knees felt too much like guilt.
Kim hey Kyo
**She adjusted her fan again, tapping it lightly against her palm **
Kim hey Kyo
You're going to have to get better at lying, darling.
Kim hey Kyo
**she said as she turned toward the temple doors**
Kim hey Kyo
This court devours sincerity
He didn't move. The sunlight filtering through the stained glass hit the gold embroidery at her back, gilding her like something divine
He was still trying to figure out if this was salvation or punishment.
𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆
And if what his mind had seen was true, if that pain, that death had actually happened, all he wanted to do was flee as soon as he reached adulthood.
Kim hey Kyo
**She turned her head, her expression hidden behind the veil of practiced grace**
The kind of look that only women like her could have. rich beyond imagination, they are always at the top of the food chain, free of rumors and petty games
It TD him nothing. Which, of course, told him everything.
Kim hey Kyo
now, there is something interesting going on in this temple
Kim hey Kyo
**She said eventually, almost to herself**
Kim hey Kyo
You should care about the court, but it doesn't matter.
Kim hey Kyo
I think I like you enough
Kim hey Kyo
**The fan tapped once against her wrist, a quiet, intentional sound, like punctuation on a sentence that no one else could hear**
Kim hey Kyo
We would make an interesting pair
Kim hey Kyo
**she added, the edge of a smile curling at her lips**
Kim hey Kyo
A socialite queen and get new protégé
Taehyung didn't know what to say to that.
He didn't know if it was a trap, a joke, or worse... genuine interest
He hated that it was working. That he didn't flinch. That a part of him, buried deep beneath the rot and the silence, whispered ' 𝘆𝗲𝘀. 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁.
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Not Sold Again
𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆
𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒆𝒓
𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈..🍁
Kim hey Kyo didn't wait for a response.
She turned without a word and walked down the white steps of the temple, her heels tapping against polished concrete as the glass doors slid shut behind them.
Outside, the sky was sharp and cloudless. The city stretched upward in seamless layers of steel and stone. Banners hung from the light posts in imperial gold and navy, marking the temple district. Across the street, a fountain bubbled in controlled symmetry, barely loud enough to drown out the hum of distant traffic.
A black car waited at the curb. glossy, silent power without saying anything at all. Ji Yeon would give anything for this kind of influence.
Hey Kyo approached it like it belonged to her. Of course, it did.
Kim hey Kyo
**She turned halfway, one perfectly arched brow lifted just enough**
Kim hey Kyo
I assume you don't have anything planned today.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He stared at her**
She didn't ask anything but merely informed taehyung that even if he had a schedule,it would be pointless.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
" No"
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He said, his voice came out flat**
Something told him that he didn't.
It was difficult to recall the exact details of his days in the temple. A blur of prayers, silence, and the occasional visit from a priest too shy to ask questions. it was customary for a noble coming of age to visit the temple prior to their ceremony and party, and this had not changed in generation. There was nothing special to it
Nothing worth remembering.
Expect that now, he remembered everything .
and none of this felt simple
Kim hey Kyo
**She said, as if she had pencilled him into her schedule weeks ago**
Kim hey Kyo
Then we won't be late
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
Late for what?
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He asked before he could stop himself**
Kim hey Kyo
**She smiled, something small and sharp**
The door to the car Opened with a soft mechanical click
She entered first, and taehyung followed, his movements stiff from a body too young for the memories it held.
The interior of the car was dim and quiet. leather seats, a muted dash, and tinted windows that swallowed the city light.
Hey Kyo tapped once on the privacy screen, and the world outside was shut out completely.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
** he watched her, still trying to understand if this was Reality or a very cruel dream.**
Hey Kyo didn't hurry to clear anything for taehyung yet. She spent two minutes on her phone before closing it and placing it in her clutch before continuing to talk in her clutch before continuing to talk with him as if nothing had happened.
Kim hey Kyo
I like collecting lost things, taehyung.
Kim hey Kyo
Especially the ones that know how to stay quiet.
He couldn't think of anything special that would make lady hey Kyo take an interest in him. Nothing at all. She didn't bother to know him before.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
( why now? What changed?)
So, as he had a second chance, or maybe just the illusion of one, he decided to ask. To be bold.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
What makes you think that I am quite
The words weren't loud, but they cut the air between them like a thread.
Kim hey Kyo
**she blinked rapidly, her expression weirdly...entertained**
Kim hey Kyo
**she angled her chin slightly, her amber eyes catching the sunlight passing through the tinted glass**
Kim hey Kyo
Because you haven't asked me where we are going
Kim hey Kyo
You haven't asked what I want.
Her Dan tapped once against her knee.
Kim hey Kyo
And because you sat across from me like a shadow trying not to cast one.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**he lowered his gaze, clenching hands**
he had survived for too long by staying quiet. By being still. By letting others fill the silence with their own assumptions.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He looked up again**
Kim hey Kyo
**she smirked with the elegance of a woman who already had everything she wanted and only chased the things she hadn't tasted yet**
Kim hey Kyo
That's the first
Kim hey Kyo
**She played with her fan thoughtfully, then added***
Kim hey Kyo
Second, I had my eyes on you long ago.
Kim hey Kyo
But until now, either ji Yeon or young Jung was near you like glue
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**he froze**
Not visibly. Not enough to be abvious. But inside, something stilled
Every time he had to attend a gala, or a state dinner, or a holiday ceremony, if he was invited at all, it was with her on his arm. His younger half-sister. Blonde, flawless,sweet-voiced, and always dressed to impress. Ji Yeon's favorite. The one the court called legitimate. Ji Yeon's daughter with her first official husband, who died after ten years of marriage but left nothing behind
Ji Yeon forced taehyung to take Young Jung with him. Told him it was for his own good. That it was protection. That having young Jung beside him would make people forget he was born out of convenience and not consequence.
They only remembered it more.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
Why would they be a problem?
Kim hey Kyo
Because they would keep tailing you
Kim hey Kyo
**He replied, tone light, as if it wasn't personal**
Kim hey Kyo
They're still somewhat relevant because of your lineage
Kim hey Kyo
Do Youn asked me a favor: find a way to get you out of their clutches
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
** he blinked once** 'Do Youn?
Kim hey Kyo
**she replied with the patience.**
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
I know who he is
The bitterness slid out before he could filter it
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
Why would he care about me? Seventeen years too late.
To taehyung's surprise, the duchess started to laugh.
A soft, indulgent laugh from a woman who had seen too much and survived it admirably.
Kim hey Kyo
You speak like someone who thinks emperors make room for their mistakes.
Taehyung didn't answer. His mouth was too dry. he didn't expect anything from the man.
Kim hey Kyo
**She folded her hands in her lap, her face flicking to him like a slow appraisal**
Kim hey Kyo
He cares now. That's what matters.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
No
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He said, sharper this time**
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
I believe that doesn't matter.
Kim hey Kyo
**She murmured,one brow rising**
Kim hey Kyo
now do you? how so?
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
Because I don't care what the emperor wants me from me
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
I am sure the little money he sent ji Yeon can be repaid.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
If it even mattered. I have no interest in owing him anything
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
**He leaned back, gaze fixed on the blurred city just beyond the tinted window**
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
I have no desire to see him or be seen by him
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
Whatever he's planning, I want no part of it.
His voice didn't shake. Not this time. It was the kind of calm that came from something already broken.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
I won't be sold like a property.
that made hey Kyo still. Not startled. Just... Still
She studied him like she was adding something up for the first time.
Kim hey Kyo
I didn't say anything about being sold
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
"No," ** he replied quietly**
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
You didn't have to.
her estate came into view, with wrought iron gates swinging inward and white stone and clean lines rising from manicured gardens. The kind of place where consequences didn't come without an invitation.
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
I'm not interested in the emperor's version of help
Lim Taehyung ( mc/omega)
I'm not interested in being anyone's favorite.
Kim hey Kyo
**She gave a small, thoughtful smile**
Kim hey Kyo
"Well", ** she said, brushing her skirt smooth as the car came to a stop**
Kim hey Kyo
That makes two of us."
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