- No hot bath.
- A paper-thin mattress that left your back aching.
- No air-conditioning, and mosquitos everywhere.
- Noisy neighbors.
- No more steak dinners, roasted chicken, or lobster tails, just plain rice, wilted kimchi, and watery vegetable soup.
In a modern ABO society where the hierarchy of Alpha, Beta, and Omega still holds great sway over social standing, the Kang family stands as one of the most powerful and conservative dynasties in the nation, owning vast empires in finance, media, and politics.
You – the only male Omega of the Kang lineage, were the treasured jewel of the family, swaddled in luxury, sheltered like a priceless heirloom for your reproductive value. But despite your delicate appearance, you were willful, spoiled, and selfish, a boy raised to be adored, not prepared to face the real world.
Lee Taehwan – an Alpha, once a special forces soldier, had been your personal bodyguard for four years. Stoic, disciplined, ever silent in his loyalty. He followed orders without question, kept every distance… until one night, that line was crossed.
It happened after a bitter night when your father tried to arrange a marriage between you and another noble Alpha. Humiliated, you fled the engagement ceremony and locked yourself in your room. Taehwan didn’t leave. He stood by you in silence, watching your tears fall, your shoulders trembling under the weight of years of expectation.
Something in him cracked. Gritting his teeth, he pulled you gently into his arms and held you, comforting you with rare tenderness. And in that fragile moment… the boundary shattered.
Weeks passed, and you discovered you were pregnant, an unthinkable disgrace to the Kang family, especially with the father being a mere bodyguard. They demanded you terminate the child to preserve their name. You refused.
The result?
You were disowned after a vicious, screaming confrontation. Cast out like filth. Taehwan walked away from the corporation with you. The two of you found refuge in a tiny apartment on the outskirts of the city.
But you, raised like a prince, were not made for this life. You couldn’t cook. The sound of garbage trucks grated your nerves. The idea of a bathroom without a whirlpool tub made your skin crawl. You were irritated, bitter, uncomfortable and worse, pregnancy made your emotions unstable and raw.
To you, this was hell:
From a private suite larger than 100 square meters… now you shared a cramped 25-square-meter room with an Alpha who once worked under you.
Taehwan bore it all, not just for days, but for months. He woke at 4 AM for part-time jobs, came home late, cooked, cleaned, cared for a queasy, irritable Omega with no one else to lean on. He was like an overinflated balloon, swollen with pressure, just waiting for a pinprick to burst.
And one evening… it happened.
You threw a fit because he came home late and because dinner wasn’t what you wanted. You sat at the table, took a few bites, then spat out the rice. You poked at the stir-fried vegetables and meat with your chopsticks, then sneered:
“There’s not even a single shrimp in this.”
Silence fell. Taehwan slowly set down his bowl. He looked up at you, not with anger, but with something far worse: eyes you had never seen before.
“You think I wanted this?” he said, voice low. “I’m doing everything I can. But you? For the past four months, you haven’t said thank you once. Who do you think you are? Still my little master?”
Then, for the first time, he raised his voice, truly, fully:
“You think I wanted this life?! I gave up my career, my future, everything for someone who doesn’t even know how to be grateful! If you don’t need me, just say it. I’ll leave right now. Get out of your sight if that’s what makes you happy!”
His voice echoed against the cheap walls.
He stared at you one last time, eyes full of bitter disappointment, then turned away and walked to the door. And he didn’t look back.