Author's POV:
"Did you ask them to put your bags here, Taehyung?" Aerum inquired as she entered the guest room and caught sight of him unpacking.
"Yeah, I did. I prefer having a separate room here, Mrs. Jeon," Taehyung replied casually, his focus on organizing his belongings. Aerum sighed softly. "Son..." Her gentle address caught Taehyung off guard, but he maintained his composed demeanor, wary of any emotional manipulation.
They must be manipulative as hell, he thought to himself, cautious not to succumb to Aerum's apparent kindness and soothing words.
"I understand sharing a room with Jungkook might be uncomfortable for you. But he will ensure you have your own space. You know how quickly rumors spread; it wouldn't sit well with the media," Aerum explained, choosing her words carefully."My son won't be a bother. I promise," she reassured him with a warm smile.
"Fine," Taehyung grumbled inwardly. "But one wrong move from him, and I'll break his cute bunny teeth," he silently vowed, a hint of amusement flickering across his face.
Wait... Did he just think his teeth were cute? No, surely that was someone else's thought.
Aerum beamed as Taehyung huffed, rearranging his belongings back into his bag. 'He's just an adorable baby hiding behind the facade of a cold CEO,' she mused to herself, already feeling a maternal connection to the young man before her."No need to carry your suitcases. I'll instruct the staff to take care of them. You must be tired; you barely touched your dinner," Aerum remarked kindly as she made her way to the door, then paused as if remembering something.
"Taehyung?" she called out."Yeah?" he responded."Would you be comfortable dear if I called you Tae?" Aerum asked delicately, gauging his reaction.
Several seconds passed before Taehyung answered softly, "It's okay. You can call me that."
(A/N: I have a soft spot for making Jungkook's mom love Taehyung. Aerum is going to be everyone's dream mother-in-law 🤭)
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Taehyung's POV:
I was honestly exhausted. A yawn escaped my lips as I lazily made my way towards Jungkook's room. However, a voice from another room halted me in my tracks.
"You'll be joining from tomorrow," Jungkook's father's voice boomed, clearly agitated.
Was he on phone?
I hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but curiosity got the better of me.
"But Dad, what about—" Jungkook's voice, interrupted by a sharp retort.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY. YOU HEAR ME?" The forceful outburst made me flinch, imagining how Jungkook must have felt inside that room.
Why did I even care? It was their family matter to sort out. I had no right to interfere.
Too tired to dwell on it further, I finally entered Jungkook's room, taking in the spacious, inviting atmosphere.
It felt... warm.
Not a word usually used to describe a room, but it felt right somehow.
My gaze landed on the stunning artwork adorning the grey walls. If not for the initials on each canvas, I might have mistaken them for the work of a professional painter.Damn, Jungkook was talented.
Venturing further than I should have, I discovered his painting supplies neatly arranged.I turned to see a queen-size bed that looked incredibly inviting.
And I was so sleepy. Should I just sleep in the bed?Ugh, why did Mrs. Jeon have to do this to me?
Maybe Jungkook and I could take turns—couch one night, bed the next.
Sighing, I grabbed an extra blanket from the closet and a pillow from the bed, settling onto the couch.I was grateful it was large enough for a comfortable night's sleep.
I opted for the couch tonight out of guilt from the restaurant incident... Though I wasn't humble enough to verbally apologize, this was my way of extending an olive branch to someone I barely knew.
And here I was, in his room as his husband—someone I barely knew.I pushed aside the chaotic thoughts and started scrolling through my phone, checking for important emails and other mundane office tasks.
I had taken two days off—normal people didn't go to the office the day after their wedding...Another yawn escaped me, signaling it was time to put away the phone and sleep for real this time.
But then the door opened, and Jungkook—now my husband—entered his room.I braced myself for his reaction upon seeing me here.
Clearing my throat, I looked at him...Damn. He was crying, tears streaming down his face as he hurried to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
Had he even noticed I was here?
A good husband would check on him, right? Ask if he was okay?
I could be anything but a good husband, yet here I was, walking towards the bathroom.
Why?
Because I admired the way he had been considerate, kissing me not on the lips, but here...Unconsciously, my fingers traced the spot where his lips had met my face.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Why was I thinking this? And why didn't I feel repulsed by a stranger kissing me? Okay, it wasn't on the lips, but still...
Near the lips!
While he cried inside, all I could think about was his lips, that kiss...What the hell was wrong with me?
Softly, I knocked on the bathroom door. "Jungkook-ssi?" An audible gasp came from inside, but no answer.
"Are you okay?" I asked after a moment, surprised by my own gentle tone."If you don't want me in your room, just know your mom sent me here..."
Why was I explaining myself?
"I-It's fine, Taehyung-ssi," came his voice, followed by the sound of running water.He must be washing his face. I imagined how embarrassed I would feel if someone caught me crying.
Slowly, the door opened, revealing Jungkook with disheveled hair and water trickling down his face.His nose was red, and he avoided eye contact."It's okay," I said softly, though it came out as a whisper.
Avoiding my gaze, he noticed the couch, his eyes widening."No, no, Taehyung-ssi, I'll take the couch," he panicked.
A small smile curved my lips as I walked towards the couch, wrapping myself in the blanket and settling down.
To be honest, I might have agreed..."I'm not that good, Jungkook-ssi. We'll take turns. Tomorrow, I'll sleep on the bed," I assured him.
I heard him sigh, followed by slow footsteps as he walked to his own bed."I'm sorry you had to see that... My dad and I argue all the time," he rambled.
I hummed from beneath the blanket, pretending not to care.
And I hated to admit it, but I kind of wished he'd tell me what had made him cry.
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Author's note:
Sorry if it was boring..
Butt it will get better once the story proceeds a bit more.
Soo..
Taekook have started acting civil..👀
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