Jungkook's POV:
Taehyung had been asleep all morning, curled up on the couch with his arms hugging a pillow.
I couldn't help but wonder if he had missed something important? A meeting? Plans? His phone hadn't made a sound, but maybe it was on silent. Or maybe he didn't care.
Still, I didn't want to wake him. He just looked so peaceful like this.
My thoughts drifted to his office. Was it like my father's? All sharp lines and cold efficiency? Or was it more personal? Did he have photos on his desk—childhood memories, maybe a picture of his parents? I wanted to know. I wanted to understand him.
Why did he feel so different now? The boy I once admired had become a puzzle that I yearned to piece together.
A soft stir broke my train of thought. Taehyung shifted, his face scrunching slightly as if the couch wasn't as comfortable as it seemed. I sighed, glancing at the bed.
I'd hoped he would choose it instead. If I was sure he wouldn't mind I might have carried him here while he slept and taken the couch myself. But I knew there were lines I wasn't allowed to cross. And I won't.
At least tonight, it would be his turn to sleep on the bed. That was some consolation.
He rolled over, his body dangerously close to the edge. My breath hitched.
Was he about to fall?
I shot to my feet, ready to catch him if he slipped. His body stilled at edge once again.
"Taehyung-ssi," I whispered, "you should move to the bed. You might fall."
He didn't respond right away. Instead, a quiet, sleepy whine escaped him as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. And then, slowly, his eyes fluttered open.
Oh. My. God.
His eyes.
It was like I had been split open as sunlight had poured into my chest, warming every part of me. I'd never seen him like this before—drowsy, unguarded, soft. Every time I'd been near him this past week, he'd been sharp, focused, perfectly composed.
But now...
Now, he was something else entirely.
Adorable. So so endearing
"Good morning," was the only words I managed to say..
"Morning," he mumbled, glancing at his phone briefly before closing his eyes again. I let out a small breath of relief. I didn't want him to panic about office and ruin his peaceful stance.
But I had to go.
"Come on," I urged gently, nodding toward the bed. "It's more comfortable."
"Mmm," he hummed, tossing the blanket aside and stumbling off the couch. He didn't argue, too sleepy to protest, and shuffled toward the bed like it was calling to him.
"Um..do you feel hungry? Would you like some breakfast?" I ask, unable to stop myself.
"Nope," he replied shortly, climbing onto the bed and sinking into the pillows with a satisfied groan.
I stood frozen, watching him nestle into my bed as if it belonged to him.
How could I explain to him that I'd gladly let him have the bed every single night if it meant seeing him like this?
Calm. Relaxed. Safe.
My heart was racing, pounding against my ribs so hard it felt like it would break the boundaries of my body and come out, Landing right where Taehyung was laying..
He was here. In my room. On my bed.
Seventeen-year-old me would've thought this was impossible.
Honestly it still feels impossible.
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Author's POV:
"Where's Tae?" Aerum inquired of Jungkook, who paced anxiously in the kitchen.
"He's asleep," Jungkook responded, his mind elsewhere.
"Why do you look so concerned?" Aerum frowned, noting her son's restless demeanor.
"I don't know what he likes for breakfast," Jungkook confessed, scanning the kitchen for breakfast options.Aerum chuckled softly, reaching over to tousle Jungkook's hair, eliciting a playful whine since he had just styled it. "Look at you, all worked up over your husband's breakfast," she teased affectionately.
Jungkook pouted and slumped onto a stool. "What if he doesn't enjoy anything? What if he dislikes living here?"
"Ahh, my bunny," Aerum mused, approaching him with a plate of fresh pancakes and banana milk. "You worry excessively," she reassured, cradling his chin and straightening his shirt, showering him with maternal affection. "My handsome Ggukie" she murmured lovingly, placing a kiss on his forehead.
"Now, enjoy your breakfast. I'll prepare something special for your husband, alright?"Jungkook's spirits lifted at the mention of Taehyung. A smile graced his lips, not escaping his mother's keen observation.
'I hope my baby doesn't fall for him...' Aerum mused silently. 'I hope it doesn't hurt him.'
"Don't get too attached—" she began to advise, only to be interrupted by Jungkook."Don't forget the strawberry shake for him, Mom," he said, polishing off the last piece of pancake and rushing away.
Shaking her head fondly, she remarked, "He's already smitten."
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Taehyung's POV:
I checked the time—it was around 11:00
Damn, had I slept that long?
There were messages from Jimin; he wanted to hang out today.I responded quickly, "Let's meet at my apartment."
My conscience nudged me to wake up, yet I was tempted to linger a bit longer.
It felt peculiar yet comforting to be here.I kicked off the blankets and nestled back beneath them.
Closing my eyes, my mind brimmed with images of Jungkook's concerned expression, his caring demeanor...
My eyes snapped open.
Why was he my first thought upon awakening?
It was all his fault.
Why did these sheets have to smell like him?
So damn intoxicating.
I cursed under my breath.
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Let me Love you | TK
Fanfiction[INCOMPLETE] Taehyung never imagined that marrying a complete stranger to save his company would be the easy part. But life had a surprising twist in store... What he doesn't know is that his soon-to-be husband, Jeon Jungkook, has been harboring a...
