The Villainous Omega Refuses to Sign the Divorce Papers
Prologue + chapter 1
Taehyung transmigrates into a romance novel as the snobbish, materialistic ex-spouse of the female lead’s "white moonlight"—a breathtakingly handsome but seemingly useless Alpha named Jungkook.
In the original novel, Jungkook was the definition of a "vase beauty"—aloof, stunning, and utterly penniless. Taehyung transmigrates right at the worst possible moment: the divorce papers are already signed on the table, and Jungkook is sitting in the corner, soaked from the rain, quietly eating a sad, cheap bowl of instant noodles.
Looking at that gentle, devastatingly handsome face—and catching a faint, heartbreaking whiff of his distressed Alpha pheromones—Taehyung’s heart softens
Kim Taehyung
(“I’ll wait until tomorrow to finalize the divorce.”)
That "tomorrow" never comes.
As Taehyung decides to stay and "pocket" his beautiful, lazy Alpha, he slowly begins to realize something is deeply wrong with the original story. The broke, helpless man he’s been spoiling is actually hiding a massive secret.
Kim Taehyung
(Who said this Alpha was a good-for-nothing? And who dared to look down on him?)
"Splash, splash, splash..."
Taehyung was jolted awake by the steady, echoing sound of running water
He rubbed his eyes and blinked against the harsh lighting, trying to take in his surroundings. Without a doubt, this was a luxury hotel suite. Rose petals were scattered across the plush white sheets, and an overturned glass of red wine had bled a dark, ominous stain onto the mattress. The bathroom door was made of translucent frosted glass, through which the slender, naked silhouette of a man could be vaguely seen.
Kim Taehyung
(What the...)
Taehyung sat up, completely bewildered. Last night, he had stayed up late reading a trashy, plot-hole-filled rebirth novel, falling asleep right before he could leave a scathing review
Kim Taehyung
(Who would have thought that upon waking up, I’d find myself in a high-end hotel room, seemingly in the middle of a scandalous tryst?)
As he tried to swing his legs out of bed, a sudden wave of vertigo hit him. His body felt completely wrong. His shoulders felt slightly different, his frame was wearing clothes he would never choose, and his throat felt heavy with a scent he didn’t recognize. Worse, he was wearing suffocatingly tight leather boots, and the skin on his knees was entirely unblemished, missing the familiar scar he’d carried since he was six years old.
In disbelief, Taehyung held up his hands.
Kim Taehyung
**eyes widened as his blurry vision finally sharpened
His fingers were long, fair, and incredibly supple—clearly the hands of someone who had never done a day of hard labor in his life. His nails were manicured to perfection, his skin so pale that the thin, purplish veins on the back of his hand were easily visible.
Kim Taehyung
(Wealthy, spoiled, a total beauty...)
This was Taehyung's immediate impression of the body.
Heart hammering against his ribs, he grabbed the smartphone sitting on the nightstand and switched on the front-facing camera. The moment the screen lit up, he nearly dropped it in horror.
The man in the lens looked like a literal ghost. The eye makeup was so thick it resembled dark circles, complemented by heavy, exaggerated contouring that made his face look gaunt. He wore unnerving violet contact lenses, dark, almost-black lipstick, and a horribly outdated, tightly permed hairstyle. Despite the absolute disaster of a makeup job, the gorgeous, delicate bone structure of a top-tier Omega could still be vaguely discerned underneath.
The original owner’s sense of aesthetics was appallingly, offensively bad.
Before Taehyung could fully process the shock, the bathroom door clicked open.
A young Alpha stepped out, a damp white towel slung loosely around his hips, showing off a well-proportioned, athletic physique. He looked to be in his early twenties, objectively handsome, but the moment his eyes landed on Taehyung, his lips curled into a cold, slightly disgusted sneer. Yet, underneath that disdain, his eyes held a practiced, sugary sweetness.
Irrelevant people
"I'm done washing,"
The Alpha said, leaning against the doorframe
Irrelevant people
"When do we start?"
Kim Taehyung
**froze
"Start what? Who the hell are you?"
The Alpha's expression turned impatient, walking forward with a patronizing half-smile
Irrelevant people
"What? Now that you're finally divorcing that Jungkook and getting your hands on his settlement money, you're planning to play hard to get? Didn't we agree that you'd take the cash and marry me? You're not going back on your word now, are you, Taehyung?"
He spoke with the casual confidence of a skilled hunter. He knew this Omega. Every time he pushed Taehyung like this, the older male would immediately capitulate, coaxing him with sweet words and practically begging him for affection.
But the Taehyung sitting on the bed didn't look submissive at all. Instead, his jaw dropped as the pieces suddenly clicked together in his mind.
Kim Taehyung
(No way. Isn't this the exact plot of the rebirth webnovel I read last night?!)
The book was titled Rebirth Before the Engagement, a standard power-fantasy romance novel. In the original timeline, the Omega female lead, Yeji, had been nursing a toxic, one-sided obsession with her "white moonlight"—a breathtakingly handsome but utterly aloof Alpha named Jungkook. To pursue him, Yeji had abandoned her gentle, wealthy childhood sweetheart on their engagement day, fleeing to Jungkook’s city.
But reality had crushed her. Jungkook, despite his god-tier looks, was a completely useless, penniless Alpha who had already been divorced once. Worse, he was completely frigid, treating Yeji’s passionate advances with dead indifference.
Broken-hearted and broke, Yeji later discovered that the childhood sweetheart she abandoned had become a legendary e-sports star, worth tens of millions. Watching her ex on television, happily embracing a new lover, Yeji’s heart turned to ash, and she ended her own life in despair.
When she woke up, she had regressed three years into the past—right before the engagement. Yeji swore that in this life, she wouldn’t waste her time on the useless Jungkook and would instead cling tightly to her wealthy sweetheart.
...And Taehyung had just transmigrated into the body of the cannon fodder villainous ex-husband who shared his exact name.
The novel hadn't given the original "Taehyung" much page time, describing him only as a materialistic, stupid, and malicious Omega. His marriage to Jungkook was a loveless, contractual farce. After demanding a divorce, his life completely fell apart, and his pathetic attempts to crawl back to Jungkook later became the running joke of the book.
Taehyung shuddered as he remembered the author's note at the end of the synopsis:
“𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧!”
Kim Taehyung
(What a petty, malicious author!)
If he remembered the timeline correctly, the plot had progressed exactly to the day of the divorce. This hotel room was the literal turning point where the original owner ruined his own life.
Baekhyun
"How much longer are you going to dawdle?"
Baekhyun asked, his patience wearing thin as he watched the dramatic shifting of emotions on Taehyung's face.
Taehyung snapped out of his panic, his voice tight.
Kim Taehyung
"The divorce... I haven't actually signed the papers yet, right?"
Baekhyun
**rolled his eyes coldly
"Didn't you say you'd sign them the second you got back to the apartment tonight?"
Kim Taehyung
(Good. He (original owner) hasn't signed)
Taehyung didn't hesitate. He swung his legs out of bed, but the ridiculous ten-centimeter heeled boots made him wobble. Muttering a curse, he kicked them off, stepped into the cheap hotel slippers, and grabbed his trench coat.
Baekhyun
**face darkened instantly
Baekhyun
**stepping forward to block the path
"Where do you think you're going?"
Kim Taehyung
"I'm not getting a divorce,"
**bluntly, his voice dropping its usual whiny tone
Kim Taehyung
"Let's just end whatever this is right here, okay?"
Baekhyun
"Are you insane?"
Baekhyun’s Alpha pride flared. Snapping out his hand, he gripped Taehyung’s wrist with bruising force, twisting him around and throwing him violently back onto the mattress.
Baekhyun
"What, trying out a new strategy to get my attention?"
Baekhyun propped one hand beside Taehyung's head while his other hand went to his belt, his eyes flashing with mocking malice
Baekhyun
"Or have you suddenly developed a taste for being handled roughly?"
Their faces were inches apart, and Taehyung could smell the sharp, aggressive scent of Baekhyun's Alpha pheromones trying to suppress him. But instead of the trembling submission Baekhyun expected, he met a pair of calm, terrifyingly cold eyes.
Taehyung whispered, a dangerous smile tugging at his dark red lips
Kim Taehyung
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to put your hands on an Omega?"
Before Baekhyun could even register the threat, Taehyung coiled his leg and delivered a brutal, merciless kick straight between the Alpha's legs.
Baekhyun’s face went from smug to a sickly shade of purple in a fraction of a second. A strangled gasp left his throat as he crumpled entirely, clutching his groin and kneeling hard against the carpeted floor, trembling in agony.
Taehyung calmly stood up, adjusted his trench coat, and grabbed his wallet. He pulled out a few high-denomination bills and slapped them casually onto the nightstand.
Kim Taehyung
"For the room,"
**looking down at the groaning Alpha
Kim Taehyung
"If it's not enough, request a transfer on Alipay. Blocked."
The evening sky outside was heavy, washing the concrete jungle in a cold, relentless downpour.
Taehyung stood under the hotel awning, shivering slightly. The glass windows reflected his current state—a short, lace-trimmed designer shirt that left far too much skin exposed, drawing lingering, predatory looks from passing Alphas. Grimacing, he buttoned his trench coat all the way to the top and popped the collar.
He quickly pulled out the original owner's phone, checked the delivery history to find the apartment address, and hailed a taxi.
As the car navigated the rain-slicked streets, Taehyung forced his racing mind to calm down. He had transmigrated into a book with absolutely no manual and no idea how to get back. If he wanted to survive, he had to secure his safety net first.
His phone began to vibrate violently with a barrage of angry texts and calls from Baekhyun. Without a hint of hesitation, Taehyung systematically blocked his number, his social media, and his bank app permissions.
Irrelevant people
"We're here,"
**the driver announced, pulling up to a curb
Kim Taehyung
**look out the window
Just as the novel had described, Jungkook wasn’t some billionaire CEO. The apartment complex was situated in the city center with convenient transit, but the buildings were easily a decade old. It was well-maintained, but thoroughly ordinary.
Using his heavy LV bag as a makeshift umbrella to keep his ghostly makeup from melting down his face, Taehyung dashed into the building. Fortunately, the door used a physical key rather than a digital lock, or he would have been locked out.
The apartment was modest, under a hundred square meters, featuring a simple two-bedroom layout. One bedroom door stood wide open, cluttered with expensive, gaudy Omega clothes and perfumes. The other door was tightly shut. It was obvious the two had been sleeping in separate rooms since day one.
Taehyung immediately locked himself in the bathroom, thoroughly scrubbing the hideous makeup off his face until his natural, strikingly handsome features were restored. He changed into a comfortable, oversized shirt and a pair of worn jeans.
Just as he sat down at the kitchen table to breathe, the front door lock clicked.
The door swung open, and a tall, lean silhouette stepped into the entryway. Taehyung braced himself mentally, turning his head to look—and completely lost his train of thought.
Kim Taehyung
(No wonder... )
**breath catching in his throat
Kim Taehyung
(No wonder the book called him a 'vase beauty'. No wonder Yeji ruined her life chasing him.)
The man standing at the door was incredibly tall, his frame hidden beneath a black hoodie that was completely soaked through from the rain. His face was pale from the biting cold, but the plastic document bag held tightly in his hand was perfectly dry, shielded carefully against his chest.
Without saying a word, the Alpha lowered his long eyelashes, kicked off his wet shoes, and stepped into his slippers.
The tips of his pitch-black hair were dripping water, clinging messily to his forehead and framing a face that defied logic. He possessed rare, breathtaking "sleeping phoenix eyes"—long, narrow, with slightly drooping eyelids that gave him a naturally drowsy, harmless, and completely indifferent aura. His jawline was razor-sharp, his lips thin and pale. It should have been a fiercely aggressive, dominant Alpha look, but it was completely neutralized by the gentle, quiet tiredness in his eyes.
Kim Taehyung
**stared, entirely dazed
Kim Taehyung
(With a face like this, could any omega possibly be more beautiful than him?)
Up close, he could smell it—the incredibly faint, almost imperceptible scent of rain and dark wood. It was a suppressed, quiet Alpha scent.
Jungkook didn't seem to notice Taehyung's internal crisis. Keeping his eyes glued to the floor, he walked over to the kitchen table, opened the dry plastic sleeve, and placed two identical copies of a divorce agreement onto the wood. He didn't look Taehyung in the eye once.
If it weren't for finalizing this paperwork, he wouldn't have bothered coming back so late.
Leaving the papers behind, Jungkook turned and walked straight into the small kitchen.
The cabinet door opened, and Jungkook skillfully pulled out a single cup of instant noodles. He hadn't even bothered to change out of his freezing, soaked hoodie. Standing there with his back to the living room, his solitary, dark silhouette seemed to blend perfectly into the monochrome background of the white kitchen tiles and the black stove—utterly detached from the world.
Looking at that quiet back, Taehyung stood up from his chair, his voice echoing clearly in the quiet apartment.
Kim Taehyung
"Jungkook. I'm not getting divorced anymore."
2
Upon hearing Taehyung's words, Jungkook turned his gaze toward him for the very first time since entering the room. He looked at him as if looking at a complete stranger—blankly, without a single ripple of emotional fluctuation.
Jeon Jungkook
"I can't give you the apartment,"
**voice low and raspy from the rain
Kim Taehyung
"An apartment?"
**taken aback
On the table lay the two copies of the divorce agreement. Taehyung quickly flipped through the pages. The document clearly stated that the two were separating due to irreconcilable differences. The Omega, Taehyung, was entirely willing to give up ownership of their residential property. As compensation, the Alpha would transfer all of his personal shares in the Jeon Family Corporation to Taehyung, an asset valued at approximately five million RMB.
Taehyung racked his brain, recalling the original novel's plot. The Jeon Family Company belonged to Jungkook's father. While it wasn't a massive corporate empire yet, it was highly lucrative. However, ever since Jungkook's mother passed away and a stepmother moved into the estate, the relationship between father and son had completely shattered. Jungkook only held a small fraction of shares, but they were still worth millions.
Taehyung couldn't help but feel surprised. This apartment was just an ordinary residential unit of less than a hundred square meters near the city center. According to the original narrative, it was worth three million at most.
Kim Taehyung
(Why is Jungkook willing to overcompensate the original owner so heavily just to keep it?)
Kim Taehyung
(No wonder the original owner agreed to the divorce so quickly,)
In the book, the original host had accepted Jungkook's terms with immense joy—so much so that the original Omega lead, Yeji, held a massive grudge over it. Yeji had fully intended to swoop in and marry Jungkook, but the millions the original host walked away with were enough for an ordinary person to live in absolute luxury for the rest of their days.
Taehyung closed the contract and shook his head resolutely
Kim Taehyung
"I'm not trying to negotiate with you, nor am I asking for the apartment. I simply don't plan to get a divorce."
In his current predicament—having transmigrated into a book with absolutely no clue how to return—stabilizing his immediate environment was his top priority. Taehyung had suffered several massive shocks in the span of a single hour, and his mind was still a chaotic mess. He desperately needed a safe space to calm down, regroup, and accept his new reality.
Postponing the divorce and observing how the story unfolded in this world seemed like the smartest move.
Jungkook, however, seemed completely unbothered by Taehyung's sudden change of heart.
Kim Taehyung
(Perhaps for a detached Alpha like him, whether there is someone living beside him, or what kind of person they are, isn't something worth caring about.)
Taehyung frowned, his eyes dropping to the cheap cup of instant noodles in Jungkook’s pale hand. He bypassed the Alpha, walked into the kitchen, and began rummaging through the refrigerator.
Kim Taehyung
**expression fell
It was entirely filled with instant meals, processed food, and sodas; there wasn't a single fresh vegetable or piece of fruit in sight.
Kim Taehyung
**fell silent
( Did these two literally never cook a proper meal?)
Kim Taehyung
"Um... Jungkook,"
**called out, leaning against the kitchen counter
Kim Taehyung
"After you finish your instant noodles, let's go out for a bit. We need to go to the supermarket to buy some actual food and household supplies."
Jeon Jungkook
**Glanced over at him slowly
His blank, drooping phoenix eyes carried a very clear, silent message—as if Taehyung were a complete stranger making an incredibly abrupt, intrusive request.
Feeling slightly defensive under that look, Taehyung stubbornly retorted
Kim Taehyung
"I can't carry all the heavy bags by myself. Besides, it's dark outside, and it's pouring."
Normally, the original owner and Jungkook maintained a strictly non-interfering, silent roommate relationship. They could easily go months without exchanging a single word. The original host had initially been lured in by Jungkook's breathtaking face, but Jungkook had proven to be a universally acknowledged blockhead—a cold, unyielding rock that couldn't be warmed up no matter what. Naturally, the host had lost all interest in trying to win him over.
Taehyung had no intention of seducing him either; he just wanted to maintain the polite, basic courtesy that a decent roommate should extend.
Kim Taehyung
"Go change out of those wet clothes after you finish eating,"
Kim Taehyung
**adds gently
"You'll catch a cold."
Jungkook didn't offer a verbal response. He simply picked up his instant noodles, walked straight into his study, and shut the door behind him.
Taehyung glanced toward the closed door, catching sight of the narrow single bed crammed into the corner of the study before it vanished from view. Considering there wasn't a single piece of Alpha clothing in his own spacious bedroom, Taehyung let out a massive sigh of relief.
Kim Taehyung
(Thank goodness... at least we don't have to share a bed.)
Before transmigrating, Taehyung had always been entirely alone. He had no family, no partner, and lived a solitary life in a bustling city, rarely interacting deeply with others. Now, suddenly saddled with a strikingly beautiful, quiet roommate who minded his own business, he actually felt a strange sense of comfort.
Kim Taehyung
(Maybe this kind of life wouldn't be so bad after all.)
Jungkook eventually emerged from the study, having swapped his soaked black hoodie for a light gray tracksuit. Just looking at his soft, damp black hair and clear skin, no one would ever suspect he was a fully matured Alpha; he looked like a high school student.
He quietly picked up several bags of trash to take down, while Taehyung followed closely behind with empty hands, turning his head left and right to familiarize himself with the neighborhood layout. The two walked in total silence, yet the atmosphere wasn't awkward.
A Wumart supermarket was located just a few minutes' walk from the complex. Once inside, Taehyung skillfully navigated the aisles, grabbing the necessities, while Jungkook silently pushed the shopping cart behind him. Their division of labor was surprisingly seamless.
Jungkook's phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. He stopped in his tracks, anchoring the heavy shopping cart with one hand while pulling out his phone to answer.
A chaotic, energetic young male voice immediately erupted from the speaker:
Irrelevant people
"Boss! The system bug is finally fixed. Can you log in right now and take a quick look?"
Jeon Jungkook
"I'm busy,"
**flatly
His gaze drifted forward, landing on a row of shelves a few feet away. Taehyung was currently standing high on his tiptoes, desperately reaching for a large pack of toilet paper on the very top shelf. The Omega’s cheeks were flushed pink from the physical effort, his head tilted back far enough to expose the elegant line of his neck as his arm stretched upward. He looked far more clumsy and endearing than the original host ever had.
Jeon Jungkook
(Too different)
Jeon Jungkook
**eyes narrowed slightly
Jungkook's eyes narrowed slightly, a thoughtful expression passing over his face.
Yoongi
"Huh? What do you mean you don't have time?"
Yoongi’s voice questioned over the line, thoroughly confused.
Yoongi
Didn't you go home early tonight?"
Jeon Jungkook
**tone remained mild and indifferent
"I'm at the supermarket."
Yoongi
"The supermarket?"
Yoongi cackled on the other end, instantly transitioning into a teasing tone
Yoongi
"No way. You wouldn't happen to be out with our brother-in-law, would you?"
There was a dead, suffocating silence on the other end of the line for three whole seconds. Then, a shocked, ear-splitting roar erupted through the phone
Yoongi
"WHAT?! How could you—?!"
Jungkook hung up, mercilessly cutting off the source of the noise. He casually walked over to Taehyung, reached up with his long arm to easily grab the pack of tissues, and tossed it into the shopping cart.
Kim Taehyung
**let out a massive, grateful sigh of relief
"Wow, thank you."
Jungkook didn't say a word. He simply gripped the handle of the cart and smoothly steered it toward the opposite aisle.
Taehyung's eyes widened as he saw what the Alpha was reaching for.
Kim Taehyung
"...Hey! Come back! Don't put junk food in there!"
Meanwhile, back at the tech studio, Yoongi stared blankly at his black screen, completely stunned. The programmers sitting around him blinked in confusion
Irrelevant people
"What happened, hyung? Did the Boss say we have to pull an all-nighter to work overtime?"
Yoongi
"No,"
**whisper, his face a mask of pure disbelief
Yoongi
**lean forward, lowering his voice mysteriously
"Guess what shocking, universe-altering secret I just uncovered? The Boss... is actually out grocery shopping with his Omega spouse! Oh my god. He's willingly going out in public with another human being? Blood must be raining down from the heavens!"
The office immediately erupted into an uproar.
The Boss literally never mentioned his marriage. They hadn't even held a wedding banquet when they tied the knot, and to this day, none of the core employees knew what the legendary Mrs. Jeon even looked like.
Wonyoung
"Wait, didn't I hear a rumor that his Omega was filing for divorce?"
Wonyoung, the only omega coworker present, bit her lip, speaking in a cautious, soft tone.
Yoongi
**Frowned, waving his hand
"Don't spread nonsense. You know the Boss hates people gossiping about his private life."
Wonyoung
"I'm not making it up,"
Wonyoung defended herself smoothly, tilting her head with a subtle smile.
Wonyoung
"A friend of mine runs in the same social circles as his spouse and hangs out with him occasionally. I only found out about the divorce situation recently."
A group of single Alphas and Betas instantly crowded around, their curiosity piqued
Everyone
"Really? What does the Boss's Omega actually look like? Is he pretty? What's his personality like?"
That question hit the nail right on the head. Recalling the heavily made-up, aesthetically disastrous, and gaudy face she had seen from afar in her friend's photos—compared to her own refined, elegant, bare-faced appearance—it was blindingly obvious to Wonyoung who was vulgar and who was sophisticated.
Wonyoung chuckled softly, covering her lips with a delicate hand and simply shaking her head with a mysterious smile.
Wonyoung
"His makeup was a bit... heavy, so it's hard to tell his true face."
During their brief supermarket excursion, Taehyung discovered quite a few of Jungkook's redeeming qualities.
The Alpha would proactively lift the heavy trash, push the shopping cart, and pull out his phone to pay at the register without Taehyung having to utter a single word of instruction. He was completely silent, yielding, and quiet.
Most importantly, Jungkook completely ignored Taehyung's wildly abnormal behavior, allowing him to freely drop the original host's dramatic persona without needing to pretend.
Kim Taehyung
(Actually, it would be more accurate to say that Jungkook simply doesn't care about anything at all—including himself.)
Once they returned to the apartment, Taehyung had fully intended to kindly ask him if he wanted to share a proper dinner, but the moment Jungkook put down the heavy shopping bags, he walked straight back into his study. Watching the door click shut, Taehyung shrugged, entirely unbothered, and decided to cook a simple bowl of fresh noodles for himself.
That night, Taehyung rolled around comfortably on the plush double bed. He had already mapping out his schedule for the next day:
Kim Taehyung
(I am going to sleep in until dawn, head straight to the luxury mall, and buy myself a wardrobe of normal, stylish clothes.)
The smartphone on the nightstand suddenly blared, ringing incessantly like a death knell.
Kim Taehyung
**glanced at the screen
It was an unsaved, unknown number. He ignored it, his expression remaining perfectly calm. Within seconds, the call ended, and the same number began bombarding his WeChat with furious, demanding text messages.
Taehyung opened the app. In the original host's chat history, this specific contact was saved under the nauseating nickname
It was Baekhyun—a scheming, gold-digging Alpha with incredibly sinister motives. The original owner of this body, whether genuinely stupid or willfully blind, had maintained an ambiguous, expensive affair with him, spending exorbitant amounts of money on the man and even promising to use Jungkook's multi-million divorce settlement to marry him.
In this world, taking someone's hard-earned money and destroying their family were acts of irreconcilable enmity.
Baekhyun’s messages kept flashing across the screen, one after another, as if he were terrified Taehyung was going to vanish into thin air, practically threatening to show up at his doorstep.
Just as Taehyung was reading through them, another notification popped up. It was from a close friend whose contact name was saved as Joy. Her message carried a tone of sweet, sisterly advice:
Joy
【Tae-tae, are you still angry? That's just how Baekhyun's personality is, don't take his rough handling to heart. We're all still waiting for your good news!】
Joy
【By the way, how is the divorce paperwork coming along? How about we throw a wild celebratory party tomorrow to ring in your new freedom?】
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed as he recognized the name. The original host’s WeChat Moments were absolutely cluttered with photos of himself, Joy, and Baekhyun. It was blindingly obvious that this "best friend" was working hand-in-hand with Baekhyun.
In fact, Baekhyun had been introduced to the original host by Joy in the first place. To put it bluntly, she was acting as a high-class pimp, and her own relationship with Baekhyun was highly unlikely to be clean.
Trouble was clearly unavoidable. Since he couldn't run from it, the only option left was to handle it personally.
Taehyung calmly sat up straight in bed, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he sent out two distinct replies.
Kim Taehyung
【Let's meet tomorrow.】
Kim Taehyung
【I'll be bringing Baekhyun along to see you tomorrow. See you there!】
Taehyung locked his phone and tossed it onto the mattress, a cold smile playing on his lips.
Kim Taehyung
(I want to see exactly what kind of game these people thought they are playing.)
3
Taehyung got up extremely early.
As dawn broke, a few faint stars hung in the cool morning sky. Every breath of air, washed clean by the night's heavy rain, was heavy with crisp dampness.
Taehyung opened the bedroom window, taking in the refreshing breeze. Not many people were up at this hour; the residential complex was quiet, peaceful, and comfortable. Lying in an unfamiliar bed, Taehyung had assumed he’d toss and turn all night, but to his surprise, he had slept soundly until his alarm went off.
Kim Taehyung
(There are far too many things to handle today—sleeping in isn't an option.)
Slipping into his soft house slippers, Taehyung opened his bedroom door, only to be startled by a tall, lean figure emerging from the dark kitchen.
Jungkook was holding two plain, dry slices of white bread and a cheap carton of milk—a breakfast completely devoid of proper nutrition. He showed zero reaction to Taehyung's sudden presence, his sleepy phoenix eyes barely registering the Omega before he began slowly walking back toward his study.
Remembering that the Alpha likely hadn't eaten a real dinner last night, Taehyung scratched his head and called out instinctively
Kim Taehyung
"How about I fry a couple of eggs or make us some udon noodles instead?"
Jeon Jungkook
**stop dead in his tracks
He slowly turned his head back toward Taehyung. The living room lights were still off, and in the dim morning glow, his dark eyes possessed a languid, quiet beauty, utterly devoid of any Alpha sharpness. His gaze wasn't probing, yet it made Taehyung suddenly realize that his mouth had moved faster than his brain.
Kim Taehyung
(Right... the original host definitely couldn't cook.)
Those delicate, manicured hands had been treated like sacred relics
Kim Taehyung
(how could he have ever touched a greasy stove?)
Taehyung glanced down at his hands. Last night, he’d used nail polish remover to thoroughly scrub off the horrific, gaudy nail art and clipped the long acrylics short just so he could function normally.
His body went slightly rigid.
Kim Taehyung
(Oh no. Have I acted too out of character? What if this observant Alpha starts suspecting I am not the original person?)
Just as Taehyung was feeling guilty and scrambling to come up with a plausible excuse, Jungkook silently held up three fingers.
Jungkook’s voice was completely mild and tone-less
Jeon Jungkook
"Three eggs."
Ten minutes later, fried eggs, pan-seared ham, toasted bread, and microwaved milk reached a warm, perfect temperature on the dining table.
Taehyung didn't have much of an appetite so early in the morning. He had cooked a generous portion thinking there would be leftovers, but to his utter amazement, Jungkook ate every single bite.
The Alpha ate unhurriedly, but his capacity was staggering. Under Taehyung’s slightly stunned gaze, he systematically polished off all the remaining food until the plates were spotless.
Finished, Jungkook quietly raised his head, staring at Taehyung in silent expectation.
Kim Taehyung
"...That’s literally all of it,"
Taehyung said quickly, genuinely terrified the Alpha was going to gorge himself and ruin his stomach.
Taehyung loved cooking, but he absolutely despised doing the dishes. To his delight, Jungkook remained remarkably calm and cooperative. Without a word of complaint or anger, he obediently gathered both of their empty plates, walked to the sink, and began washing them.
Kim Taehyung
**look on with immense satisfaction
( What a well-behaved roommate.)
Since he had woken up early, Taehyung decided it was time to overhaul his appearance. He had a mountain of complaints about the original host’s closet, which was overflowing with gaudy lace, leopard print, and backless shirts. There was nothing wrong with this gorgeous Omega face, but the host insisted on wearing cheap, hyper-sexualized outfits, completely ruining his natural beauty and proportion.
What bothered Taehyung the most, however, was the bird's nest of tightly permed, frizzy hair. He decided his first stop would be a salon.
The moment he stepped into the high-end salon near the city center, his presence drew the eyes of every stylist and customer in the building.
The tall Omega who entered was wearing a tailored trench coat over high-waisted, wide-leg trousers and sleek low heels. His features were striking and delicately carved, requiring almost no makeup, save for his full, plush lips painted a captivating, sophisticated red. His slightly upturned, almond-shaped eyes casually scanned the room, his gaze cool and unbothered, leaving several Alphas and Betas in the room with a sudden, tingling tightness in their chests.
A senior stylist immediately rushed forward with a warm smile
irrelevant people
"Welcome! How can we help you today? Please, come have a seat!"
Kim Taehyung
**Sat in the leather chair, looking at his reflection
"Straighten it out, cut it shorter, and just perm the very ends with big, loose waves."
irrelevant people
"Right away!"
Throughout the process, the stylist couldn't stop praising the incredible density and silky texture of Taehyung's hair. Taehyung simply offered a polite, faint smile, keeping his answers brief. Sensing the cool, aloof aura radiating from the handsome Omega, the chatty stylist felt a little intimidated and didn't dare push for idle gossip, focusing entirely on his work.
In this line of business, they had seen all types of people. With Taehyung's effortless, refined demeanor, he looked like an Omega from an extremely powerful, wealthy family. Nobody wanted to risk getting on his bad side.
The morning spent at the salon was wildly productive. Taehyung ran his fingers through his soft, styled hair, paid the bill, and left with immense satisfaction.
The bank balance left behind by the original host was more than sufficient. As usual, Jungkook had transferred this month’s living allowance into his account late last night—a generous sum that was more than enough for normal daily expenses. Taehyung didn't care for absurd luxury brands
Kim Taehyung
(even if I live comfortably, I couldn't possibly burn through it all in a month.)
Kim Taehyung
(Turns out having a passive income without having to grind at a job feels amazing,)
With that in mind, he decided he’d buy some fresh ingredients later and cook a feast for dinner to reward his quiet Alpha roommate and build a harmonious cohabitation dynamic.
Of course, Taehyung had no intention of being a leech forever. He planned to open a separate savings account and deposit a portion of the living allowance into it every month.
Kim Taehyung
(Jungkook obviously wouldn't stay in this contractual marriage forever.)
Taehyung had already mapped out his long-term plan:
Kim Taehyung
(Once Jungkook inevitably meets the person he truly loves, I would sign the divorce papers, take my personal savings, and move to a cozy, low-cost city. With a solid safety net, I’d never have to worry about finding a job or buying my own house.)
Carrying his bag, Taehyung walked briskly toward the high-end shopping district.
As he approached the steps of a commercial plaza, two young women walked down toward him. One of them held a cup of iced coffee, smiling obsequiously as she chatted with her companion. The other woman had exquisite makeup, a bright, gentle smile, and delicate features—it was Wonyoung, Jungkook’s coworker from the office.
As they crossed paths, Wonyoung looked up, her eyes accidentally locking with Taehyung’s.
Both women froze in their tracks.
Kim Taehyung
**politely nods at them
Taehyung politely nodded at them, stepped past, and entered the air-conditioned mall. Behind him, it wasn't just the two of them—several passersby stopped in their tracks to steal a second look at the stunning Omega.
irrelevant people
"Gasp... Wonyoung-eunni, I don't think I've ever seen an Omega that stunning in real life!"
The young intern holding the coffee exclaimed enviously
irrelevant people
"Look at his skin—it's so smooth and glowing, and he's barely wearing any face makeup! And that height and frame, wow..."
Suddenly realizing that Wonyoung's smile had stiffened slightly, the intern panicked, realizing she had just gushed about another person's looks right in front of her senior.
irrelevant people
**Awkwardly tried to salvage the moment
"U-Uh, I mean! You two have completely different vibes! He's like a breathtaking, sharp red rose, and you're like a soft, elegant lily! Totally different styles!"
Wonyoung quickly recovered her gentle, sweet composure. She let out a soft chuckle, glancing at the flustered intern beside her.
Wonyoung
"It's fine. There are plenty of attractive people in the city, it'd be exhausting to compare myself to everyone."
irrelevant people
**let out a massive sigh of relief
"Eunni, you're so sweet!"
Wonyoung covered her mouth with a delicate hand, laughing softly.
Wonyoung
"Alright, let's keep moving, we still have work errands to run."
She turned her head away, but a deep, nagging doubt lingered in her mind.
Wonyoung
(Strange... Why did that Omega's silhouette look so familiar? But if I had ever seen a face that striking before, there's no way I would have forgotten it.)
Wonyoung
(...Who was that?)
Unaware of the minor stir he had caused, Taehyung had already embarked on his shopping spree.
Even though his current outfit was styled simply, the trench coat and the Chanel bag he carried were genuine designer pieces. Combined with his ethereal looks, the boutique sales assistants immediately spotted him as a high-value client the second he stepped through the door.
They swarmed him enthusiastically, pitching the newest luxury arrivals. Taehyung casually flipped over a price tag on a coat, secretly marveling at the absurd string of zeros at the end.
Kim Taehyung
(I just want to buy a few stylish, normal clothes—nothing outrageously overpriced.)
At first, the sales assistants were bursting with energy, but as Taehyung's gaze kept drifting toward the tasteful minimal collections and the lower-priced racks, their wide smiles gradually leveled off.
Still, as professional luxury staff, they maintained impeccable manners. They stopped hovering, giving Taehyung space to shop in peace—which actually allowed him to breathe a massive sigh of relief.
He successfully picked out several sharp, versatile outfits. When he tried them on, the sales assistant’s eyes lit up, genuinely praising him with a hint of envy
irrelevant people
"This cut is so unforgiving, but it looks incredible on your body frame!"
Who wouldn't be happy to get complimented? Taehyung smiled warmly
As the agreed-upon meeting time approached, Taehyung carried two sleek shopping bags, stepped out of the mall, and hailed a taxi to the Green Island Cafe.
Getting out of the car, he immediately spotted Baekhyun standing near the entrance. The young Alpha was dressed in a styled plaid shirt over a dark sweater vest, his tall, lean frame causing a few passing Omegas to blush.
Kim Taehyung
**sneered inwardly
(Objectively handsome, sure, but compared to Jungkook's god-tier face, this guy pales in comparison.)
Stepping forward, Taehyung called out from behind him
Hearing the familiar voice, Baekhyun turned his head away with a cold, haughty sneer, one hand jammed arrogantly in his pocket. But the moment his eyes landed on the person standing before him, he froze entirely.
First came total disorientation, followed by a shock of sheer disbelief. Baekhyun stared intently, scanning Taehyung from his newly styled, gorgeous hair down to his elegant wide-leg trousers.
Baekhyun
"You... who are you?"
Baekhyun
**throat went dry
"Taehyung?"
Kim Taehyung
**smirk inwardly
Taehyung smirked inwardly, remembering how the original owner used to act around this manipulative Alpha.
Kim Taehyung
"It's me,"
**taking a smooth step closer
His dark, clear eyes held a playful, dangerous light that practically held the Alpha spellbound.
Baekhyun swallowed hard, his throat working as he stared in absolute bewilderment.
In the past, the original host had been obsessed with heavy, gaudy makeup and refused to let Baekhyun see his bare face. Baekhyun had known the Omega under the clownish makeup had decent bones, but the original host’s greedy, foolish, and whiny expression had always disgusted him to his core.
Baekhyun
(Forget intimacy—I used to feel nauseous just looking at the his spider-like false eyelashes.)
Baekhyun
(If it weren't for the fact that Taehyung is set to receive a multi-million divorce settlement from Jungkook, I would never have wasted a single second on him.)
Baekhyun
(But now... not only is this Omega refusing to sign the divorce papers, he has completely transformed into a breathtaking, high-class beauty?!)
Baekhyun
**gritted his teeth, his tone tight
"I'm starting to feel like I don't even recognize you anymore."
Taehyung brushed past his shoulder, his voice dropping into a dangerously smooth, frigid tone:
Kim Taehyung
"You're joking. I'm afraid you've never actually known me at all."
Inside the private VIP room of the cafe, two elegantly dressed Omegas were already seated. One was Joy, the "best friend" who had introduced Baekhyun to the original host, and the other was Irene.
The two had originally met the original host at a high-stakes mahjong table. Compared to their wealthy backgrounds, the original host had no real status or money, but was desperate to cling to people of "higher class." Joy and Irene had simply used him as an easy mark and a source of entertainment.
The moment Taehyung pushed open the door, both women froze, their eyes widening
Irene
"Excuse me... sir, who are you looking for?"
Kim Taehyung
"What, can't even recognize me either?"
Taehyung leaned casually against the doorframe, crossing his arms.
Baekhyun entered right behind him, his face dark and stiff. Hearing Taehyung's voice, Joy and Irene gasped in utter shock, unable to reconcile the striking, elegant omega in front of them with the gaudy, foolish person they knew. Yet, upon closer inspection, the underlying facial structure was indeed the same.
Joy quickly stood up, forcing a bright, friendly smile onto her face.
Joy
"Tae-tae! Sit down, sit down! Look at you, you've gotten so amazingly handsome in just a few days!"
Kim Taehyung
"I won't be coming in,"
**coolly, keeping his distance
Kim Taehyung
"Standing right here is perfect—that way, no one gets any wrong ideas or starts spreading rumors."
The two women, who had spent months spreading vicious rumors about the host behind his back, looked instantly flushed with embarrassment. Joy’s outstretched hand froze awkwardly in mid-air, a strained smile plastered on her face.
Joy
"H-How could that be? Who would spread rumors about you?"
Taehyung ignored her completely. He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and dropped a absolute bombshell.
Kim Taehyung
"I'm not getting a divorce."
All three of them went pale in unison.
Watching their carefully crafted masks shatter into pieces, the gorgeous Omega at the door let out a soft, amused laugh, his tone completely relaxed.
Kim Taehyung
"Perfect timing, actually. I came over today specifically to tell Baekhyun that we are completely over. I hope he refrains from harassing me in the future."
Joy and Irene exchanged panicked glances, entirely caught off guard. Only Baekhyun remained silent, his jaw clenched as he glared at Taehyung with a dark, furious expression.
Kim Taehyung
"What's with those expressions?"
**innocently, tilting his head
Kim Taehyung
"Are you disappointed to hear that I'm staying married?"
Joy
"N-No, of course not!"
**stammered, scrambling for words
Joy
"It's just... why the sudden change of heart?"
Taehyung let out a dramatic, exaggerated sigh, shaking his head with a look of deep pity.
Kim Taehyung
"To be completely honest, I'm a little embarrassed on your behalf, Joy. You really aren't a good friend at all. How could you introduce me to an Alpha who’s completely... impotent?"
Joy
**utterly dumbfounded
"W-WHAT?!"
Kim Taehyung
"I mean, if you don't have the biological capability, you shouldn't be trying to play the field, right?"
Taehyung cast a look of pure, unadulterated disdain directly at Baekhyun's midsection.
In an instant, the room plunged into a suffocating, excruciating silence.
Baekhyun’s face turned a horrifying, bruised shade of purple, his teeth grinding so hard his jaw trembled.
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