Volume 1
[𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥]
❝𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐧, 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞❞
Top Taehyung
Bottom Jungkook
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"Taehyung, Promise your mother, that you will not marry Jeon Jungkook at any cost.
I accept the deàth rather...
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Taehyung approached their room in tension. He half-expected to find Jungkook lost in the quiet hurricane of her emotions, perhaps shedding tears to lessen the pain.
The door creaked open, revealing a room bathed in a soft glow. However, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he discovered Jungkook seated behind the edge of the bed, her face towards the balcony door.
Approaching her, Taehyung's initial concern shifted to surprise as he noticed Jungkook surrounded by cakes and macarons with Arathorn, his pet eagle straddled nearby.
"Jungkook," Taehyung uttered with curiosity and relief in his voice.
Jungkook looked up with a big dazzling smile on her lips.
"Mr Kim, look," she gestured towards the cakes and sweet stuff scattered around her, " Mister Arathorn is a gentleman. I was sitting here alone so he gave me company and tried to lighten my mood."
Taehyung looked at Arthorn who flapped his majestic wings at the acknowledgement.
"Gentleman?" he scoffed in his mind.
Taehyung's initial surprise evolved into a shock as he saw Jungkook immersed in a messy encounter with the cake. Crumbs adorned her face and there was a playful glint in her eyes that hinted at a desire to break free from the weight of the family drama.
As they sat side by side, Jungkook reached for a slice of cake and held it out to Taehyung with a playful expression.
"Eat it, Mister,"
Taehyung accepted the offered slice, he held jungkook's dainty hand and pulled it closer to his mouth. Jungkook felt the warm breath on his fingers but her starry eyes were hypnotized by her husband's. Taehyung leaned forward and took the cake in his mouth, his cream-smeared lips could feel the softness of his wife's finger. Jungkook slowly pulled her hand back and looked away with a slight blush.
Again she could feel those annoying unemployed butterflies.
The balcony door, slightly opened, allowed a gentle breeze to sweep into the room. Arathorn who was straddled nearby hid his face behind his wings.
They both sat in silence beside each other glazing the sparkling sky. Despite the calmness of the sky, the earlier scene in the living room played over in Jungkook's mind like a haunting nightmare.
Jumgkook had been blamed for something she hadn't done, her character was shattered by accusations. This all had left her teary-eyed and hurt but she had put on a brave face, pretending nothing was wrong. Jungkook sat there fingers fiddling with the thread of the dress.
Taehyung glanced at her, noticing how her shoulders trembled slightly and how she avoided his gaze. Her fingers were busy twisting the hem of her dress, a clear sign of her anxiety. He reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his touch comforting and electrifying.
