Healing Presence's

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Author pov

The honeymoon was over, the rumors had finally vanished, and life felt… peaceful.

Y/N was in the dining room with Mrs. Jeon, hovering like a mother hen.

“Eomma, eat this, it’s healthy for you,” Y/N said, holding a bowl of soup near Mrs. Jeon’s lips.

“My daughter, please. I’m full now.” Mrs. Jeon sighed, sipping her water in an attempt to escape.

“Oh, yeah? I saw how much you didn’t eat. Now no excuses.” Y/N’s tone was strict, but her eyes softened.

Mrs. Jeon huffed but obediently drank, her defeated pout making Y/N giggle.

“You’re so cute, Eomma.”

Just then, Mr. Jeon entered with a smug smile. “Yeah, my wife is soooo cuuute.”

“Hmpf, stop talking nonsense, both of you. I’m hot, not cute.” Mrs. Jeon flipped her hair dramatically, making Y/N and Mr. Jeon burst into laughter as they continued their dinner like a real family.

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Later that evening, around 9 pm, Jungkook returned home, exhaustion clear on his face, but his feet led him straight to the kitchen. His eyes softened when he saw you washing dishes, sleeves rolled up, hair tied loosely.

Without a word, he walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

You paused for a second but resumed your work, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, his breath fanning your ear. You hummed.

“I’m tired,” his voice was low, almost childlike.

You didn’t need to see him to know he was pouting.

“Hubby, go and freshen up first. Then dinner. Then rest. That’s an order,” you said, turning around and hooking your arms around his neck, tapping his nose playfully.

He nodded with a grin, but then, without warning, scooped you up bridal style.

“Kookie! What are you doing?!” you squealed, already knowing where this was going.

“I’m tired. You’re my comfort. Let’s go together,” he said simply, like it was the most logical thing in the world.

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In your bedroom, he placed you down gently. His eyes flicked to the wardrobe.

“Take out my nightwear, hmm? I’ll be out soon.” He disappeared into the washroom.

You did as told, shaking your head fondly. He was such a baby sometimes.

After dinner, the two of you lay on the bed, wrapped in a blanket of quiet comfort. Your head rested on his chest, hearing his heartbeat, steady yet faster than usual.

“Sweetheart…” he called.

You hummed.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice so gentle, yet his hold around you became firmer, possessive in the most protective way.

Your breath hitched. Slowly, you tilted your head up to look at him. His eyes—those gorgeous, deep, brown pools—held nothing but love and a silent plea.

“You can,” you whispered.

His lips curled into the softest smile, but his actions were far from soft—he flipped you beneath him with such excitement that you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Really?” His tone was breathless, as if you had just given him the greatest gift.

You nodded, your lips parting slightly, eyes fluttering shut as he lowered himself.

You felt his breath first, warm and teasing against your lips. But then—he pressed a kiss to your cheek instead.

“Relax, sweetheart. Let me love you properly,” he whispered, his words making your entire body melt.

He kissed the corner of your lips next, his pace agonizingly slow, savoring every inch like you were a delicate treasure. His hand slid behind your neck, fingers cradling you gently as he finally pressed his lips to yours.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t frantic. It was… reverent.

His lips moved against yours in slow, sensual motions, giving, taking, tasting. You kissed him back, your hands finding their place around his neck, pulling him closer.

When his tongue brushed against your lower lip, you gasped softly, granting him entry. He explored you tenderly, like he was memorizing you.

A soft groan rumbled in his throat as his hand slipped to cup your jaw, tilting your face to deepen the kiss.

Every brush of his lips, every flick of his tongue was a silent promise—You’re mine. You’re safe. You’re loved.

Finally, he nibbled on your lower lip gently, ending the kiss with a soft tug before resting his forehead against yours, both of you panting softly, sharing the same breath.

Jungkook laid beside you, his thumb brushing your lips, wiping away the kiss stains like you were the most precious thing in his life.

You, overwhelmed by the rush of emotions, turned around swiftly and hid your flushed face in the pillow.

“Oh, come on, don’t be shy now. We’ve already done the deed,” he teased, slipping his arm around your waist and pulling you back against him.

“Aish! Shut up!” you slapped his arm, but your heart was racing.

“Okay, okay… but how was it? The kiss?” he asked, his voice laced with playful nervousness.

“It was good,” you said casually.

“Just good?!” His disappointment was so exaggerated, it made you giggle.

You turned to face him, cupping his face with both hands. “It was soooo good, Kookie. The best. I felt euphoric,” you said, pecking his lips with a soft smile.

He grinned like a kid who just won a prize. “I knew it! See? I told you I’m the best kisser.”

You rolled your eyes and turned away, only for him to follow, spooning you, his arms snug around your waist.

“C’mon sweetheart, admit it. Say I’m the best kisser, or I won’t let you sleep.”

You sighed dramatically, hiding a smile. “Okay, fine. You’re the best kisser in the world.”

Satisfied, he pressed a lingering kiss to your shoulder. “Good night, my sweetheart.”

“Good night, my annoying husband,” you mumbled, both of you slowly drifting into peaceful slumber, hearts full, bodies tangled.

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