Taehyung POV
I shifted uncomfortably on Jungkook's lap, embarrassment pulsing through me. "Put me down." I order.
"No," Jungkook's response is firm yet teasing, his touch light and gentle as his hand traces a delicate pattern on my thigh. A rush of warmth floods my cheeks. "So soft," he murmurs, his voice husky. Before any more could happen, I push myself away from his lap, the sudden movements crashing me onto the hard floor of the moving car.
Looking down at me with amusement dancing in his eyes, Jungkook chuckles softly, taunting, "You know, the seats are meant for sitting."
I haul myself back onto the seat, making sure to place a safe distance between us, "I wouldn't be on the floor if it weren't for you," I retort.
"True, but I wasn't the one who pushed you off my lap," he points out.
"You're annoying, y'know that?" I muttered, glaring at him, feeling the frustration bubbling within me. "Like, really annoying. It's as if you made it your life's mission to be a constant source of irritation. I might just right a book about how annoying you are."
"Oh really? I didn't know you could write a whole book at such a young age," Jungkook quipped. "Shouldn't you be diligently focusing on mastering your ABCs instead of contemplating literary endeavors in annoyance?"
"Shouldn't you be resting on your bed, trying to salvage what's left of your energy?" I retorted sharply. "Maybe that's why we left early – your aged joints were crying out for respite, right?"
"I'm not that old, Taehyung." Jungkook says shaking his head. "Only 28."
"28? Ohmigod I married a pedophile." I yell.
"And I married a bratty little kid." Jungkook mutters.
"Well, if we're both not happy with this marriage, then we should get divorced, yeah?" I say.
"Divorce is the word that should never leave your mouth again." Jungkook hisses. I find myself staring at him, the sudden change in his demeanor leaving me bewildered. It's as if he has transitioned from playful banter to a stern facade in the blink of an eye, making me question how swiftly someone's emotions can shift.
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The car comes to an abrupt stop, the car doors opening. I step out, straightening my clothes.
As I raise my head, a gasp escapes my lips, my breath catching in my throat at the sheer magnificence of Jungkook's mansion. The mansion looms before me, a grand spectacle of opulence and sophistication. It commands attention with its immense size, adorned with brilliant lights that illuminate its façade, countless windows reflecting the shimmering glow, and elegant balconies that add a touch of grandeur to the already impressive structure.
"Beautiful," I murmur.
"Are you done eye-fucking our house?" Jungkook asks. I give him a disgusted look and start walking inside with him.
Our house. He said our house.
Guards, dressed in impeccable uniforms and standing tall, lined the entire expanse of the property unsurprisingly. A uniformed guard, their demeanor professional and alert, swiftly turned the knob to open the grand door.
The beauty that had been captivating from the mansion's exterior now transcended to an even more awe-inspiring level within its hallowed halls. Grand chandeliers adorned with glistening crystals exuded a subtle brilliance, casting a soft, ethereal glow that danced across the polished marble floors. The walls, adorned with priceless paintings of bygone eras, showcased a unique blend of historical significance and contemporary elegance. The interior decor seamlessly melded modern sophistication with ancient charm, creating an ambiance that felt straight out of a beloved fairy-tale, akin to a majestic royal palace from a storybook.
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Have You Fallen In Love, Yet? | TK
Fanfiction"Have you fallen in love with me, yet?" "You literally asked me that an hour ago." Kim Taehyung, a graduate, catches the eye of Jeon Jungkook, a business tycoon. Jungkook would do anything to make Taehyung his and his only. But what happens when Tae...
