"Watch your tongue when you talk to my husband"
- a single sentence that echoes through the realms of duty, love, and power, leaving an indelible mark on the intricate dance of arranged matrimony. In this tale, Kim Taehyung's words carry the weight...
Hey, my lovely readers! I'm back with another chapter today. I hope you're all doing well. Get ready for some crazy plot twists in this chapter. Make sure to drink some water before diving in, and trust your author. ✍️ So, let's go! Happy reading! 📖 ✨
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They looked deeply into each other's eyes, the affection between them shining brightly. With a gentle yet firm grip, Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jungkook's waist and lifted him into a bridal carry. Moving gracefully towards the bed, Taehyung carefully laid Jungkook down, ensuring his head rested comfortably on the pillow. Their eyes remained locked, a silent conversation of love and admiration passing between them. The room was filled with a sense of intimacy and warmth, the moonlight casting a soft glow over their faces, highlighting the unspoken promises and deep bond they shared.
Taehyung positioned himself above Jungkook, his eyes never leaving Jungkook's face. He gently caressed Jungkook's hair, his touch tender and possessive, as if to reaffirm that Jungkook was his. The soft strands slipped through his fingers, each caress a silent vow of his unwavering love and commitment. Jungkook's eyes fluttered shut momentarily, savoring the comforting sensation, before opening again to meet Taehyung's intense gaze. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own world.
As they continued to gaze into each other's eyes, Taehyung's hand moved to Jungkook's waist. With a possessive grip, he grabbed Jungkook's waist, his fingers digging in just enough to make Jungkook gasp. He gave a playful pinch, eliciting a surprised yelp from Jungkook, who then broke into a shy smile.
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Taehyung's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Jungkook's ear. He whispered softly, his voice low and filled with a mix of tenderness and authority, "Is it okay, love, if I'm not gentle tonight, baby? Please? To grant your desire, I won't be able to control myself, petal, you know that."
Jungkook's breath hitched at Taehyung's words, his heart racing. The anticipation and longing in Taehyung's voice sent shivers down his spine. He nodded slowly, his eyes wide and trusting, giving Taehyung the silent permission he sought.
Taehyung's grip on Jungkook's waist tightened, his other hand brushing softly against Jungkook's cheek. "Good," he murmured, his voice deep and filled with an unspoken promise.
Taehyung then let his slender fingers slide towards Jungkook's belly button, an area he was particularly obsessed with. He thrust his fingers into the tiny, soft belly button, making Jungkook moan, aroused by his husband's actions. "Mhmm~ hyung-ie," Jungkook breathed, feeling shy and embarrassed, hiding his face in Taehyung's neck.
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