Destined by fate 💜

48. Confession.

The room was wrapped in silence, golden sun rays slipping gently through the curtains and pooling like liquid warmth across the ivory sheets of the king-sized bed. Dust particles floating lazily in the golden light, dancing like they too had paused to witness the moment.

Jungkook sat still... utterly frozen as though even a single breath might shatter the fragile magic wrapping around him.

The deep red saree trembled in his arms, clutched tightly against his chest like something sacred. The silk was impossibly smooth beneath his fingertips, rich and regal and every inch of it shimmered as the light touched it. It was beautiful; achingly so but what made his throat close up was why it was here.

Because Taehyung knew.

His eyes welled again, lashes already damp with the tears that had fallen seconds before. But this time... the tears didn't fall from surprise or awe alone. They came from somewhere deeper ---- a place Jungkook had been locking away for weeks, maybe even longer.

His fingers hovered delicately over the gold-stitched patterns, tracing them with trembling reverence, like he was touching the very heartbeat of the man who'd gifted it to him.

Taehyung...

The name echoed in his heart like a quiet prayer.

From the very beginning, Taehyung had been nothing short of a gentleman - respectful, kind and impossibly gentle. Even when fate had thrown them into a marriage neither had planned, Taehyung never once treated Jungkook like a burden. He never demanded. Never forced. Never used the vows as chains.

Instead, he gave Jungkook space... and choice.

Even when society's voice was louder, even when other husbands might've scoffed at the idea of a working spouse, Taehyung never let ego speak. He had simply looked at Jungkook with those steady, understanding eyes and said, "If working makes you happy, then that's what you'll do, hmm? My bunny deserves nothing less."

Jungkook's heart clenched.

He had smiled back then... a small, nervous one. But something inside him had stirred. A warmth. A flicker. A whisper that this man, with his deep voice and soft hands was different.

And since then... that flicker had grown into a quiet storm.

Taehyung never missed a thing. He noticed when Jungkook skipped meals, left little notes beside his lunch and bought snacks he liked without being asked.

He walked on the roadside every time they strolled. He pulled blankets up to Jungkook's chin when he fell asleep on the couch. He always used the softest tones; called him "Kookie," "Jungkookie," "my pretty" and each time he did, Jungkook felt something crumble inside his guarded heart.

And the way Taehyung looked at him...

Oh God.

Whenever their gazes met, the world seemed to fall away. The noise dulled, the edges blurred and all that remained was Taehyung's steady gaze --- deep and unreadable to others but to Jungkook... it was full of warmth. Sincerity. Gentle admiration. Like he was seeing something precious and fragile and was determined to never break it.

It was in those moments, wrapped in his arms or watching him from across a room, that Jungkook felt safe --- not just physically but emotionally.

Like no matter how much the world pushed or pulled, Taehyung's arms would always be home.

And now... this saree. This breathtakingly delicate piece of love, folded in silk and ruby and thoughtfulness.

Jungkook swallowed hard, lips trembling.