When Jungkook's mother passes away, his ex-husband Kim Taehyung is forced to make a return to the same place he's always dreaded to look after his ex-husband and his sister.
And now with this sudden re-encounter, will their story finally be able to...
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"Taehyung." The aforementioned chuckles lightly, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed at his lover's childishness. "Stop it."
"Why should I?" But his 'lover' only smiles wider. "Jeon Jungkook top 10 boyfriend material pictures. I got to have some personal pictures as a competition to those searches online."
"Fine Fine."
"Were you going anywhere though?" Taehyung asks again, snapping another picture of Jungkook who decides on giving some poses as well.
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"I-" Jungkook loosens his tie a little. "I was thinking of meeting Jihu."
Hearing that, Taehyung softly pans the camera away. "Really? That's a nice thought."
"But I'm... Uh,"
"Nervous?" Taehyung laughs softly at that, stepping forward and letting his camera hang with the string around his neck. "It's fine. You had to overcome it someday," He speaks, fixing Jungkook's tie for him. "better it be today." He pats his chest, a sign that he was good to go.
". . . Can you come with me?"
"Nope!" Taehyung continues smiling. "I don't want to! Plus, I'm yet to get ready-"
"Taehyung??" That however causes Jungkook's eyes to widen, and he holds Taehyung's shoulders to spin him around and push him towards his assigned room in the hotel. "The wedding is in 2 hours!! How are you not ready already, hurry up!"
All the while, Taehyung giggles hearing the panic in his lover's voice. Now standing infront of his room, he's about to enter when a soft kiss is delivered to the side of his neck.
"I'll wait to have my first look of you."
Taehyung blushed.
"Jihu," One of the bridesmaids call out, catching Jihu's attention. "Mr. Jeon. . . Your brother wants to talk to you."
She nods. "Can you all step out for a moment, please?"
A bunch of 'no problems' and 'alrights' come easy on her way as she tries to stand to meet her brother. As much as this satin white dress complimented her figure, it was just as much of A hastle to even stand up in it, let alone walk. Oh dear, she hopes she doesn't fall on the aisle-
