It was a peaceful morning. The streets were already coming to life as children and teenagers rushed out of their houses, backpacks slung over their shoulders. Some complained about having to wake up so early, while others laughed with their friends as they waited for the school bus. Parents kissed their children goodbye before driving them to school or watching them disappear down the street. Inside the houses, omegas moved around the kitchen, making breakfast and packing lunch boxes for their children and alphas. The smell of fresh coffee and warm toast filled the air. In some homes, the alphas simply sat at the table waiting for breakfast. In others, they helped without being asked—setting the table, washing dishes, or stealing a quick kiss before leaving for work. It was just another ordinary morning. Calm. Peaceful. The kind of morning that made it impossible to believe how quickly everything could fall apart.

While the rest of the world carried on with their peaceful morning, one person sat quietly on a broken bed. He looked no older than fifteen. Too young to carry the weight in his eyes. An orphan. No parents to cook him breakfast. No siblings to annoy him. No family waiting for him downstairs. Just silence. The only people in the mansion were the servants, and to them, he was nothing more than someone they were paid to look after.

Beep beeep

He jolted awake at the shrill sound of his alarm. Panic was written all over his face as he hurriedly reached for it, his breathing uneven. One glance at the time was enough to make his heart race.

“Ugh…” he groaned under his breath before rushing to get ready. He quickly slipped into his plain maid uniform, fixed his messy hair, and hurried downstairs. Joining the line of the other omegas, he quietly entered the mansion with his head lowered. Without wasting another second, he made his way to the kitchen and immediately started helping with the morning preparations.

The Jeon Mansion stood like a silent monster at the top of the hill, its black stone walls towering over everything beneath it. Massive iron gates, decorated with intricate carvings of wolves and serpents, guarded the estate. Beyond them lay a long driveway lined with ancient trees that blocked out most of the sunlight, giving the place an eerie, intimidating atmosphere. The mansion itself was a masterpiece of wealth and power. Marble floors reflected the glow of crystal chandeliers, while dark oak walls, expensive paintings, and towering bookshelves gave every room a cold elegance. Every corner whispered authority. Every servant walked carefully, afraid to make the slightest mistake. This wasn’t just the home of a wealthy family—it belonged to one of the most feared mafia bloodlines in the country. The head of the family was an Enigma, a man whose name alone was enough to silence an entire room. Beside him stood his husband, a Dominant Alpha whose calm smile hid a ruthless nature. Together, they ruled both their empire and their household with absolute control. Their children were known as elite heirs, born into privilege, power, and expectations. Among them was one young male omega—the only omega child in the family. Unlike the others, he was protected, watched constantly, and treated as something precious… or perhaps something to be possessed. In the Jeon Mansion, love was never spoken aloud. Loyalty was demanded. Fear was respected. And weakness… was never forgiven.

Jeon mansion~

As far as Taehyung could remember, the Jeon family was the only family he had ever known. He had been only five years old when they found him. Cold. Hungry. Alone. He didn’t remember his parents or where he had come from. All he remembered was wandering the streets with an empty stomach, begging strangers for spare change just to survive another day. One rainy afternoon, while he was desperately asking passersby for money, a black luxury car stopped in front of him. The rear window slowly rolled down. A man in an expensive black suit looked at the trembling little boy with quiet eyes. It was Jeon Namjoon. Instead of ignoring him like everyone else, Namjoon stepped out of the car, knelt to taehyung level and gently asked.

That single moment changed Taehyung’s life forever. Since then, the Jeon family had given him a roof over his head, food on the table, and a place to belong—even if, deep down, he always knew he wasn’t truly one of them.

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Taehyung’s POV Jeon Namjoon gave me a roof over my head. He gave me food when I had nothing. More importantly… he gave me an identity.

Before him, people never called me by a name. To them, I was just that bastard, the slut’s son, the filthy orphan. Those words followed me everywhere.

But he looked at me and said,

For the first time in my life… I had a name. I thought I had finally found a family. Maybe I did. At least… that’s what I wanted to believe. The Jeons became my world, but I was never theirs. To Mr. Jeon, I wasn’t his son. I wasn’t even family. I was just another orphan he had taken in out of kindness. A beggar he had given shelter to. I owed him everything. And maybe… that was all I would ever be.

Namjoon loves his husband more than anything. When they got married, he even took his husband’s surname instead of keeping his own.

Then I laugh at myself.

After Namjoon brought me to the mansion, he asked the maids to teach me everything—how to clean, how to serve, how to behave, and how to sur

While other kids were learning how to play, I was learning how to work. The servants never really liked me. Maybe because I couldn’t speak properly back then. I would stutter, mispronounce words, and struggle to express myself. They found me annoying.

Some ignored me. Some laughed at me. Some treated me like I didn’t belong there. And whenever someone showed me even the smallest bit of kindness… I’d cry. A gentle pat on the head. A warm meal.

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Author pov :~

Lost in his thoughts, Taehyung continued working without realizing how much time had passed. More than anything, he wanted to be independent. He studied hard whenever he had the chance because he believed education was the only way he could change his life.

But it wasn’t easy. Balancing school, chores, and endless work was too much for someone his age. Sometimes, he couldn’t help but envy other children—kids who only had to worry about homework, who came home to warm meals, loving parents, and a comfortable bed. They got to live their childhood.

Sometimes, he wondered what it felt like to have a father. A father who loved you unconditionally. A father who proudly spent money on your clothes, your books, your education—not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

A father who waited for you to come home and asked,

(Random character , don’t take seriously)

Taehyung had imagined that kind of love countless times. But no matter how much he dreamed about it…

It would always remain just that.

A dream.

Taehyung quietly placed the last plate on the dining table, making sure everything was perfectly arranged. The other maids and omegas worked beside him in complete silence, each carefully carrying out their duties. No one dared to make unnecessary noise.

The dining hall was so quiet that even the clink of porcelain against the marble table sounded loud. At the head of the table sat Kim Namjoon. One hand held an open book while the other casually lifted a cup of black coffee to his lips. His expression remained unreadable as he turned another page, completely immersed in his reading.

Yet despite his calm appearance, the atmosphere around him was suffocating. The guards stood as straight as statues, barely daring to breathe. The servants kept their heads lowered, afraid that even the slightest mistake would earn his attention.

The authority he carried… the power he possessed… wasn’t something people joked about.

One look from him was enough to make an entire room fall silent.

Suddenly, the sharp sound of polished shoes echoed through the mansion.

Click… Click… Click…

Everyone instinctively looked toward the grand staircase. Descending with slow, graceful steps was Kim Seokjin—a Dominant Alpha and Namjoon’s husband.

He was breathtaking.

Dressed in an elegant suit, every movement reflected confidence and refinement. His expression was calm, almost gentle, carrying the elegance of someone born into nobility. But his eyes… His eyes told a completely different story.

Cold.

Sharp

Dangerous

They carried the silent warning of a predator.

Cross the line… and you won’t live long enough to regret it.

His aura demanded respect without uttering a single word. The servants lowered their heads immediately, while the guards straightened even further, not daring to meet his gaze. Kim Seokjin didn’t need to raise his voice. His calm face was deceiving. Because behind that composed smile was a man just as powerful—and just as terrifying—as the one waiting for him at the dining table.

The maids quietly began serving breakfast, placing each dish in front of Namjoon and Seokjin with practiced hands. Every movement was careful, every step measured. No one wanted to make a mistake in front of the heads of the Jeon family.

The dining hall remained silent except for the soft clink of cutlery against porcelain.

Still….

Sometimes, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like.

To sit beside them.

To share breakfast like a real family.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, the youngest member of the family was still fast asleep. The young omega slept peacefully, completely unaware of the busy morning below.

No one dared to wake him.

Not the maids.

Not the guards.

Not even Taehyung.

After all, he was the precious child of the house.

Whether he woke up at eight in the morning or four in the afternoon, it didn’t matter. Someone would prepare a fresh breakfast the moment he opened his eyes.

That was simply how life worked in a family as wealthy and powerful as the Jeons.

After breakfast, the maids quietly cleared the table while the guards remained at their posts.

Just as Taehyung was about to leave, Seokjin’s voice stopped him.

A heavy silence settled over the room.

There was no shouting.

No raised voice.

Yet the disappointment in Seokjin’s tone was enough to make Taehyung’s body stiffen.

The young omega instinctively shrank under the pressure of Seokjin’s dominant alpha aura. A quiet, involuntary whimper escaped his lips before he could stop it.

Seokjin’s voice was calm, but it carried enough authority to make everyone in the room hold their breath.

He paused before continuing

For the first time, Seokjin’s expression softened.

His eyes hardened again as they met Taehyung’s.

Seokjin stepped closer until only a few inches separated them.

His voice dropped to a terrifying whisper

The threat hung heavily in the air. Without waiting for a response, Seokjin turned and walked upstairs. Namjoon let out a quiet sigh. He looked at the frightened omega for a brief moment, but said nothing. Then he simply followed his husband, disappearing down the hallway.

Taehyung remained frozen in place. His hands trembled slightly as he stared at the empty floor. He knew one thing for certain. In just one week… His life was about to change forever.

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