90s Transmigration: The Alpha Commander’S Pampered Omega
Divorce Papers
The morning sun filtered through the cracked windowpane of the military compound apartment, casting long, sharp shadows across the small living room.
On the low wooden coffee table lay a single sheet of paper: an official divorce agreement.
Kim Jungkook stood by the desk, his head throbbing as a flood of foreign memories rushed through his mind. Transmigration. He was no longer in his quiet 21st-century room, reading a web novel he had been complaining about all night. He was inside the story—bound to the body of the greedy, selfish villainess wife who was about to ruin everything.
Standing across from him was Kim Taehyung.
Even in a faded, worn green military uniform, Taehyung’s broad shoulders and commanding presence filled the tight space. But his sharp jawline was locked tight, his dark eyes brimming with a mixture of cold disappointment, exhausted grief, and suppressed anger.
Kim Taehyung
"Sign it, Jungkook," (Taehyung said, his voice deep, raspy, and dangerously quiet.)
Kim Taehyung
"You’ve made your point. You don't want to suffer with me."
Kim Jungkook
(Jungkook blinked, his heart hammering against his ribs as he looked at the stoic soldier.)
Kim Jungkook
"Taehyung..."
Kim Taehyung
"Don't" (Taehyung cut him off, turning his head away.)
Kim Taehyung
"I know what you're going to say. My father’s political stance has been questioned. The military board has suspended my rank. We are being sent to Red Star Village in the northern countryside until the investigation finishes. It could take months. It could take years."
Taehyung stepped closer, his boots making a dull thud against the concrete floor. He picked up the fountain pen from the table and held it out, his hand steady despite the tension in his veins.
Kim Taehyung
"You've yelled for three days straight that you won't live in a mud hut" (Taehyung continued, his tone devoid of warmth.)
Kim Taehyung
"You said you'd rather die than farm in the dirt"
Kim Taehyung
"And that you won't bear a child for a disgraced officer."
Kim Taehyung
"The papers are drawn. You take your clothes, your personal savings, and you stay in the city. Leave the family to bear our own shame."
Taehyung’s dark eyes flicked downward for a fraction of a second, settling on Jungkook’s midsection with a tragic, raw ache. Beneath the faded sweater, Jungkook’s belly was still flat, but a new life was already taking root. In the original plot, the former body owner had planned to secretly rid himself of the child the moment he returned to his parents' home.
Kim Taehyung
"I was terrified you'd get rid of our baby" (Taehyung admitted softly, his voice cracking slightly with a rare break in his military discipline. )
Kim Taehyung
"The countryside winters are brutal. The medical clinic in Red Star Village is hours away on foot. But the thought of you walking away and erasing our child... it's been killing me for three days."
From the doorway of the small kitchen, Mother Jin wiped her tear-stained face with her apron. Beside her stood Father Namjoon, his posture rigid, his face aged ten years by the disgrace forced upon his name. In the corner, delicate younger omega sibling Jimin clung to his mother’s arm, his eyes wide with fear, trembling slightly as he watched his eldest brother suffer.
Jungkook looked from the pen in Taehyung's hand to the divorce papers, and then down at his own stomach. He placed a hand gently over his lower abdomen, feeling the weight of the life growing inside him and the overwhelming tide of Taehyung's quiet grief.
In the original plot, the original body had snatched that pen, signed the papers with glee, and packed every valuable item in the house before abandoning the Kim family. Later, that selfish choice led him to be scammed, sold to an abusive old man, and eventually struck down by a truck on a rainy city street—all while Lisa, the reborn heroine, stepped in to comfort Taehyung after he returned to the city victorious.
Kim Jungkook
*Not a chance, Jungkook thought. I am not dying under a truck, and I am not letting this family or this baby fall apart.*
Slowly, Jungkook reached out. But instead of taking the pen, his slender fingers reached past Taehyung’s hand, grabbed the divorce agreement off the table, and held it up between them.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung’s dark brows furrowed.) "What are you doing?"
The sharp sound of tearing paper echoed through the silent apartment.
Father Namjoon gasped softly. Mother Jin covered her mouth in shock. Little Jimin’s eyes widened even further.
Jungkook tore the document into small, jagged quarters, opening his hand to let the white scraps rain down onto the floor between his and Taehyung's boots.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung froze, his dark eyes flashing with sudden, intense disbelief.) "Jungkook... what is the meaning of this play?"
Kim Jungkook
"It's not a play," (Jungkook said firmly, taking a step closer until he was standing right in front of the tall soldier.)
Kim Jungkook
(He reached up and placed Taehyung’s large, calloused hand directly over his own hand on his belly.)
Kim Jungkook
"I’m not signing it. I’m not leaving you, and I am definitely not getting rid of our baby."
Taehyung’s jaw flexed, a faint muscle twitching in his cheek as his warm palm flattened over Jungkook’s stomach. The hard soldier trembled slightly under the sudden shock of touch and emotion.
Kim Jungkook
"Yesterday I was an idiot," (Jungkook said without hesitation, matching Taehyung's intense gaze.)
Kim Jungkook
"Today I'm your husband. You think because things are hard, I'm just going to pack up and abandon our marriage? This baby isn't a burden, Taehyung. Where you go, our child and I go."
Kim Taehyung
"The countryside isn't a vacation, Jungkook,"
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung rasped, his voice thick with raw, trembling protectiveness as his fingers curled tightly over Jungkook's hand.)
Kim Taehyung
"There is no running water. There is no steam heating. We will be eating coarse grains and digging up cold earth every morning."
Kim Taehyung
"My father is stripped of his position, Jimin’s health is fragile, and I am a soldier stripped of my weapon. If anything happens to you or the child because of my disgrace..."
Kim Jungkook
"Nothing is going to happen to us," (Jungkook interrupted softly, leaning in closer.)
Kim Jungkook
"Our child is going to grow up strong, and he’s going to know that his father is an honorable man who stood by his family."
Kim Jungkook
"Do you really think so little of me that you think I'd run away when the wind blows hard?"
Mother Jin let out a soft sob, stepping forward.
Kim Jin
"Jungkook... child... you really mean it?"
Kim Jungkook
(Jungkook turned to Mother Jin and gave her a warm, reassuring smile.)
Kim Jungkook
"I mean every word, Mother. We pack together, we leave together, and we protect this baby together."
Father Namjoon let out a long, heavy breath, his stoic shoulders visibly relaxing for the first time in weeks.
Kim Namjoon
"Good... good child. A family stays together."
Jimin peeked out, his eyes shining as he looked at Jungkook’s stomach.
Jimin
"I... I will help gather firewood, sister-in-law. I won't let you or the baby freeze."
Taehyung stood frozen for a moment before his protective instincts took over completely. He pulled Jungkook firmly against his chest, sliding his arm around his waist while keeping his other hand anchored safely over Jungkook’s abdomen. He leaned down, his lips brushing softly against the shell of Jungkook’s ear.
Kim Taehyung
"Thank you for staying,"(Taehyung whispered, his deep voice rich with an intense, unshakable vow.)
Kim Taehyung
"I swear to you... even if I have to chop wood until my hands bleed, I will never let you or our child suffer."
Jungkook rested his forehead against Taehyung’s shoulder, breathing in the comforting scent of soap and cold steel that belonged entirely to his soldier husband.
A crisp, mechanical chime suddenly sounded directly inside Jungkook’s head, invisible to everyone else in the room.
[1990s Countryside Survival & Prosperity System Initialized!]
[Host Binding Complete: Kim Jungkook.]
[Current Loyalty Level of ML (Kim Taehyung): 15% → 50%!]
[Fetal Protection Aura Activated: Fetal health stabilized by System Energy!]
[Starter Reward Granted: 100-Square-Meter Portable Storage Space & 1 Bottle of Health Vitality Spring Water.]
Kim Jungkook
(Jungkook stiffened in Taehyung’s arms, his eyes snapping wide open in sheer shock.) Wait, what?!
He nearly let out an audible gasp, clapping a hand over his own mouth just in time. A translucent, blue digital panel was floating right behind his eyelids, revealing a massive, empty warehouse dimension and a glowing vial of spring water. He swallowed hard, his heart racing—reading about a system in a web novel was one thing, but actually feeling a warm, soothing energy pulse deep in his stomach as the system stabilized his pregnancy was mind-blowing. It was really happening.
Jungkook quickly composed himself before Taehyung could notice his frozen state. He pulled back just enough to look up into Taehyung’s handsome, intensely emotional face, a teasing glint returning to his eyes to cover his lingering astonishment.
Kim Jungkook
"Then stop frowning, Commander," (Jungkook said, his voice steadying as a genuine, brilliant smile broke across his face.)
Kim Jungkook
"Your child can feel how tense you are. Put the pen away and help me pack—we have a train to catch."
Author
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Preparing for Exile
The news of the Kim family’s pending departure spread through the military compound like wildfire, but inside the small apartment, the mood had completely transformed. The heavy, hopeless atmosphere of the past few days had given way to a quiet, purposeful energy.
Taehyung immediately set to work, his military efficiency taking over as he hauled heavy wooden trunks from the back closet. Yet, every few seconds, his dark eyes would flick toward Jungkook, watching his every movement with a hyper-vigilant intensity
Jungkook was currently crouched by the small pantry cupboard, sorting through their sparse food supplies. Taking advantage of Mother Jin stepping into the kitchen and Taehyung bending over a trunk, Jungkook closed his eyes for a fraction of a second to test his newly acquired power.
Kim Jungkook
*Mind command: Transfer.*
A small sack of coarse flour and two jars of salted vegetables vanished from the shelf, instantly reappearing inside the glowing grid of the 100-square-meter space in his mind. Jungkook's eyes widened in silent triumph. It actually works instantly! He quickly used the System to swap out a portion of their dull, stale grain with high-yield, nutrient-dense grain from the System reward reserve, ensuring the family wouldn't notice the sudden shift in quantity—only the rich, comforting flavor once cooked.
Kim Taehyung
"Jungkook, don't bend down like that."
A large, warm hand cupped under Jungkook’s arm, gently hauling him up to a standing position. Taehyung stood right beside him, his brow furrowed in disapproval as he smoothly took the heavy wooden basin out of Jungkook’s hands.
Kim Taehyung
"You shouldn't be lifting heavy things in your condition," (Taehyung scolded softly, his deep voice low enough so his parents wouldn't overhear and worry.)
Kim Taehyung
(His gaze dropped to Jungkook’s midsection, his large fingers resting gently against Jungkook’s waist for support.)
Kim Taehyung
"Go rest on the bed. I will clear the cupboards."
Jungkook looked at his handsome husband, secretly amused by the instant transition from brooding soldier to overly protective father-to-be.
Kim Jungkook
"Taehyung, I'm only two months pregnant, not made of glass," (Jungkook teased softly, leaning his shoulder against Taehyung’s broad chest.)
Kim Jungkook
"If I sit around doing nothing all day, I'll go crazy."
Taehyung didn't budge an inch. He set the heavy basin down and used his tall frame to block Jungkook from the cupboard, looking down at him with stubborn determination.
Kim Taehyung
"You are carrying our child while we are forced to move across the country. My job right now is to make sure neither of you feels a single drop of unnecessary strain. Go sit with Jimin."
Jungkook couldn't help the warm flutter in his chest. In the novel's original timeline, Taehyung had been distant and heartbroken. Now, his devotion was raw, intense, and front-and-center.
Kim Jungkook
"Fine, stubborn soldier," (Jungkook murmured, reaching out to gently smooth down the folded collar of Taehyung's military coat.)
Kim Jungkook
"But you're helping me pack our personal clothes tonight."
Taehyung’s dark eyes darkened slightly at the implicit promise of being alone in their room later, his throat bobbing as he gave a single, firm nod.
Over in the corner, younger omega sibling Jimin was carefully wrapping fragile ceramic bowls in old newspapers. Seeing Jungkook walk over, Jimin’s timid face lit up with a small, soft smile.
Jimin
"Sister-in-law," (Jimin said softly, his voice delicate and airy.)
Jimin
(He pulled a tiny, faded velvet pouch from his pocket and held it out with trembling hands.)
Jimin
"I... I saved these copper coins from my embroidery work over the last few months. Please take them. Use them to buy sour plums or milk on the long train ride for the baby."
Jungkook felt a sudden ache of deep affection for the gentle omega. In the original plot, Jimin had suffered terribly from poor health in the cold village because the former body owner had selfishly stolen his medicine money.
Jungkook sat down beside Jimin, pushing the pouch back into the boy's small hands, and secretly pulled a small glass bottle out of his coat pocket—the Health Vitality Spring Water granted by the System.
Kim Jungkook
"Keep your savings, Jimin," (Jungkook said gently, pulling out a small porcelain cup and pouring a few clear drops of the System water into a cup of warm tea.)
Kim Jungkook
"Here, drink this first. You've been looking pale all morning."
Jimin looked surprised but obediently took a slow sip. Almost instantly, the sickly pale cast on Jimin's cheeks gave way to a healthy, rosy glow, his heavy breathing becoming light and easy.
Jimin
"It feels... warm," (Jimin whispered, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Jungkook with deep wonder.)
Jimin
"My chest doesn't hurt at all anymore."
[Ding!]
[System Notification: Family Harmony Increased!]
[Omega Sibling (Kim Jimin) Health Stabilized!]
[Bonus Reward: 10 RMB Cash added to Storage Space!]
Kim Jungkook
(Jungkook smiled, patting Jimin’s shoulder softly.) "That’s right. As long as I'm here, our family will be healthy and safe."
By late afternoon, the living room was stacked neatly with strapped wooden crates, rolled quilts, and travel bags. Father Namjoon stood by the window, gazing out at the compound one last time with a heavy heart, while Mother Jin quietly packed a small tin of baked biscuits for the journey.
Taehyung walked up behind Jungkook, sliding his large arms around Jungkook’s waist from behind and resting his chin lightly on his shoulder. His large hand slid down, covering Jungkook’s stomach with steady, protective warmth.
Kim Taehyung
"Everything is packed," (Taehyung whispered against his neck, his deep voice carrying a quiet resolve.)
Kim Taehyung
"Tomorrow morning, we leave for Red Star Village."
Kim Jungkook
(Jungkook covered Taehyung’s hand with his own, looking back into his husband's intense eyes.) "Then let's go together, Taehyung. No matter how hard it gets, we're building our future there."
Little did they know, miles away in Red Star Village, Lisa—the reborn protagonist who had already lived through the original timeline—was sitting by her window, quietly waiting. She had calculated the exact days of Taehyung's disgrace, patiently expecting him to arrive in the countryside single, heartbroken, and divorced, ready for her to step into his life. She had no idea that the story she knew had already been rewritten from the very beginning.
A Racing Heart at the Station
The morning mist was still thick and grey over the city streets when the compound's old clock struck five. In the quiet bedroom, Jungkook slipped out from under the warm heavy quilt, careful not to wake Taehyung. But the moment his feet touched the cold floorboards, a strong hand reached out from the dark, gently catching his wrist.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung sat up instantly, his dark eyes sharp despite the early hour.)"Where are you going?"
Kim Jungkook
(Jungkook turned back, giving his husband a reassuring smile while gently patting the soldier's calloused hand.)
Kim Jungkook
"I need to drop by a friend's house across the district before we leave, Taehyung. They promised to hand over some old family goods and provisions that will help us in the countryside."
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung’s brows knitted together in instant concern. His gaze flicked down to Jungkook’s flat belly.)
Kim Taehyung
"Now? The train leaves at eight. Let me come with you. Carrying things in your condition—"
Kim Jungkook
"No, stay here and help Father and Mother with the heavy wooden crates,"
Kim Jungkook
(Jungkook interrupted softly, leaning down to press a quick, sweet kiss against Taehyung’s cheek.)
Kim Taehyung
(The sudden affection made the stoic soldier freeze, a faint blush dusting his jaw line.)
Kim Jungkook
"I promise I'll meet you directly at the central train station platform by seven-thirty. Trust me, okay?"
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung swallowed hard, his grip on Jungkook’s wrist lingering for a second before he reluctantly let go.) "Seven-thirty, Jungkook. Don't be late."
Once clear of the compound, Jungkook hurried into a quiet alleyway and accessed the System. Pulling out the cash rewards and savings he had managed to secure, he navigated his way to the city’s underground black market—a bustling, hidden trade hub tucked behind the old textile factory.
With the 100-square-meter System storage space at his disposal, Jungkook went on a focused, strategic shopping spree
Staple Foods: 100 kilograms of refined white flour, 100 kilograms of polished rice, 20 liters of golden cooking oil, and several large sacks of coarse salt and sugar.
Proteins & Fresh Goods: Two whole smoked hams, five tubs of cured lard, three crates of fresh eggs, and dried pork ribs.
Domestic & Kitchen Essentials: Iron woks, sturdy ceramic jars, oil lamps, bundles of thick cotton thread, sewing needles, and several heavy bars of laundry soap.
Warm Clothing & Fabrics: Bolts of thick padded cotton, wool socks, thermal undergarments for the whole family, and heavy winter boots for Taehyung, Namjoon, Jin, and Jimin.
Personal Care & Skincare: Cream lotions, winter ointment for cracked skin, and basic toilet soaps to keep his skin smooth despite the rural weather.
Every time a vendor turned their head, Jungkook secretly swept the bulk goods directly into his invisible System space.
However, bargaining with the stubborn grain trader and waiting for the meat vendor to slice the cured pork took far longer than expected. By the time Jungkook broke free from the alleyways, the sun was high—and it was already 7:40 AM.
Kim Jungkook
"Oh no!" (Jungkook’s heart leaped into his throat as he grabbed his small, light cover-up satchel and sprinted toward the station.)
At the central train station, the platform was a chaotic wall of noise, steam, and shouting passengers.
Taehyung stood rigid by the train car door, surrounded by their stacked wooden crates. Beside him, Mother Jin nervously wiped her hands on her apron, Father Namjoon kept checking his pocket watch, and Jimin stood close, looking anxiously at the station entrance.
Kim Jin
"Taehyung..." (Mother Jin whispered, her voice trembling.)
Kim Jin
It’s ten minutes to eight. The conductor is starting to check the final tickets. Where is Jungkook?"
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung didn't answer. His jaw was locked so tight his teeth throbbed. He stood like a stone statue, his knuckles white as he gripped the handle of a travel bag.)
A cold, terrifying doubt began to gnaw at his chest. Did he change his mind? Was the talk about the baby and staying together just a front to get me to lower my guard? Did he take his savings and run back to his parents after all?
Jimin
"Brother-in-law wouldn't leave us," ( Jimin spoke up softly, catching the dark, agonized look in Taehyung’s eyes.) "He promised, elder brother."
"Five minutes to departure!" the conductor bellowed, blowing a sharp metallic whistle that echoed through the misty station. "All passengers board now!"
Kim Namjoon
(Father Namjoon picked up two bags, his eyes heavy with worry.) "Taehyung... we have to board."
Taehyung’s heart pounded against his ribs, a suffocating weight crushing his chest. He looked back at the empty archway of the station terminal, his eyes burning with raw, suppressed grief. He raised his boot to step up onto the train platform, ready to accept the bitter truth.
A clear, breathless voice cut through the noisy crowd.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung snapped his head around.)
Running through the sea of passengers, his cheeks flushed red from the cold air, hair slightly disheveled, was Jungkook. He was carrying only a light canvas bag over his shoulder, panting heavily as he sprinted straight toward them.
Taehyung didn't hesitate. He dropped the luggage in his hands and surged through the crowd, catching Jungkook mid-stride and hauling him tightly into his arms. The force of the impact nearly knocked the wind out of both of them, but Taehyung held on as if Jungkook would vanish into thin air if he let go.
Kim Taehyung
"You're late," (Taehyung rasped into Jungkook's hair, his voice thick with uncharacteristic tremble, his arms locked fiercely around Jungkook's waist and back.)
Kim Taehyung
"You almost missed it."
Jungkook wrapped his arms tightly around Taehyung's neck, breathing in his husband's familiar scent while catching his breath. He could feel the violent thrum of Taehyung’s heartbeat against his own chest.
Kim Jungkook
"I told you... I wasn't going anywhere without you," (Jungkook murmured softly against Taehyung's neck, gently stroking the back of the soldier's head. )
Kim Jungkook
"I had to get our supplies. I promised I'd be here."
Taehyung pulled back just enough to frame Jungkook’s face with his large, warm hands, searching his eyes before dropping a deep, breathless kiss right onto Jungkook’s lips in front of the whole platform.
Mother Jin gasped softly in surprise, a bright smile breaking across her face, while Jimin giggled and turned his head away.
Kim Taehyung
"Let's go home," (Taehyung said rasply, taking Jungkook’s hand into a tight, unbreakable grip as the train whistle blew its final call.)
Together, the Kim family stepped onto the train, bound for the countryside.
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