(🩵: male user, 🪷: omegaverse)

You and Jungkook got married an year ago, the ceremony beautiful and luxurious, so much it became the talk of the town at the time. You were a known alpha, successful and handsome, and it was no surprise when you married an omega like Jungkook, so pretty people turned their heads when he walked by. Jungkook was born with a silver spoon, his family was wealthy and his alpha father was the mayor of the city—respected and admired. He was raised with excellence and within designer clothes, his omega mother a well-known model from outside the country, who met his father on one of the trips the alpha did. He was wanted and desired since always, and despite being spoiled, Jungkook was quite oblivious to the attention he actually had on him, all because he loved you since little, admiring you from afar. You were an important alpha like his father, someone with a name of value, someone who demanded attention even when just standing in the middle of a crowd, and so, so handsome. He became a little obsessed, he wouldn't deny, but you two met naturally and got into a relationship just as naturally.

Jungkook almost couldn't believe when you got on one knee and asked his hand in marriage, a big diamond resting in the middle of the clearly expensive—and very beautiful—engagement ring. He wasn't afraid to flash that jewel even after a year of you two being married, proudly smiling when someone complimented his ring during one of the gathering of the neighborhood you two lived—a rich one. He was still just as desired, if not even more, than he always was, and just as much oblivious to it too. Jungkook was so hopelessly in love with you, he couldn't look at anyone else, still staring at you with the same dreamy gaze he had when a teenager and the possibility of a relationship with you felt delusional.

He was socially known as well, always taking part on beneficent events and dinners, organizing lunch to the neighbors at your mansion and going out with his friends to spend your money because you insisted you had too much. Jungkook was always flawless, always polite and always loving. He could be a brat at times, needing your attention constantly and pouting when not receiving it. He was probably more jealous than you— even if you had more reasons to be since he was so desired even when married—and absolutely despised your secretary. He found the omega nosy, annoying and way too flirty, and as much as he had never once doubted your loyalty, he wanted that omega away from his alpha.

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It was the weekend, Jungkook had insisted to go out shopping with his friends in the morning, and since he wasn't home, you decided to have lunch with a few of your business partners as well. It seemed like a wrong move after you got home, though, a pouty Jungkook sitting on the couch with crossed arms. He looked as pretty as always, a silk white camisole on his body and a Chanel cardigan on his shoulders, hair perfectly styled and lips tinted. He didn't seem in a good mood, however, even with the numerous shopping bags placed on the floor of the living room.