Volume 1
[𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥]
❝𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐧, 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞❞
Top Taehyung
Bottom Jungkook
⌇
"Taehyung, Promise your mother, that you will not marry Jeon Jungkook at any cost.
I accept the deàth rather...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
✦✧✦
The gentle afternoon sunlight filtered through the white lace curtains, falling with the wooden kitchen tiles. Jungkook stood by the marble countertop, dressing in a flowered apron.
Jungkook's lengthy, dark black hair was pulled back and secured by her hair tie, her three clips adorning the right side, ensuring not a strand dared interrupt her. Her hands danced between the stove and the chopping board.
On the stovetop, a pan was kept, where finely diced onions and minced garlic were getting cooked in a pool of olive oil.
Beside the pan, a large pot of pasta boiled, sending steam upward. The starchy aroma of the pasta intermingled with the fragrances of the sauce and sauteed vegetables.
Jungkook checked the pasta one last time, scooping out a sample to test —Perfectly done. She drained the pasta, the steaming water swirling down the sink. she plated the pasta, spooning the sauce over it. The basil leaves, now wilted from the heat, added a vibrant splash of green.
Jungkook stood back for a moment, surveying her result and exclaimed in satisfaction, "Well done! kookie."
Jungkook looked back at the pot and hit her forehead with her palm, "Oh no, I made it in excess. Mama is also out for market and this food is perfect for small gatherings rather than two persons. Idiot, What do I do with my lovely pasta? I can't let it waste."
"I will eat first and then do something," jungkook shook her head and sat down to eat her tempting pasta. Her mouth salivated as she dug the fork inside.
Just as she finished eating, her phone rang. She saw the caller ID and her eyes furrowed, "why is he calling now? Today is the holiday I got after for a whole damn week," she thought and picked up the call.
"Hello, good afternoon, Sire," jungkook greeted formally.
"Good afternoon, Ms jeon. Have you completed the report on the Somerville project? I need it urgently for further process," jungkook's eyes widened as soon as the older man's words were processed in her mind.
"Holy moly, how can I forget about it?" abusing her lower lips, her eyes widened, she thought and recalled the days that she wasted instead of doing work, just because the file was boring.
"Ms jeon? Ms jeon? Are you there?" a sharp and intidimating voice brought her out of a trance.
"Umm, Mr Kim, t-th-that file is incomplete," jungkook spoke submissively afraid of the explosion.
"I want you at Kims manor within 30 minutes and with the file. Am I clear?" the baritone voice made the shiver run through her spine.
