Have You Fallen In Love, Yet? | TK

15.

Taehyung POV

"Pass me the salt, please," I say, extending my hand towards the shaker on the dining table. Before my dad could reach for it, Jungkook quickly grabs it and gives it to me. "Uh thanks."

"How is everything going between you two?" my mom inquires, her voice filled with curiosity and concern. "Since, the wedding was done under a complicate circumstance."

"Mrs. Kim, Taehyung is truly an angel," Jungkook reassures with genuine warmth. "Everything is going completely well."

"Oh that's great to hear," my dad exclaims. His eyes shifting expectantly towards me, silently urging me to contribute to the conversation.

"Uh— he's nice." I mutter. "Has Ha-yoon been found?"

"No, not yet." My dad says. "We have been keeping touch with the Kang Family. They send their congratulations to you, Tae."

"That's very kind of them," I say with a grateful smile. "It would've been so pleasant if Ha-yoon hadn't been kid—" As I trailed off, a small gasp escaped my lips as I felt the weight of something pressing against my thigh. Peering down, my eyes met the sight of Jungkook's hand sprawled across my thigh, sending a jolt of surprise through me.

"Are you okay, Tae?" My mom asks, worriedly.

"Y-yep," I reassured her, forcing a tight-lipped smile to ease her worries. With cautious movements, I began to inch my hand down, attempting to lift Jungkook's hand from my thigh. To my frustration, he made no effort to move, instead squeezing my thigh and dragging his hand upwards.

I glare at Jungkook but he doesn't even glance at me. He's talking to my dad about some company. This fucking bitch.

"Have you two decided on where you will go for your wedding trip?" My mom asks.

"We're still thinking," Jungkook answers as he trails his hands upwards, his thumb gently rubbing my inner thigh. Fuck, I'm going to die. "We'll talk about it when we get home."

"Speaking of that, I think w-we should go home, now," I suggest. "It's pretty late."

"Of course, Tae." Jungkook lifts his hand and gets up. "Thank you so much for having us."

"I'll come over soon, mom." I mutter.

My mom comes over to me and gives me a tight hug. "Miss you, honey." She whispers. "Thank you so much for everything."

I pull back and give her a smile. Bidding my father goodbye, Jungkook and I walk out of the house.

"Jungkook! What the fuck, man?" I yell as we sit inside the car.

"What?" Jungkook answers, his tone holding a hint of confusion that contradicts the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Why'd you put your hand on my thigh?" I ask. "Didn't we have an agreement?"

"I was just resting my hand on my wifey's thigh." Jungkook says. "And don't act like you didn't enjoy it."

"I did not," I mutter. A ding on my phone alerts me and I quickly grab it.

My Pookie💜🫦
Have you been fucked?

Me
NO!

My Pookie💜🫦
Aw why?

Me
Bc I don't want to

My Pookie💜🫦
You have such a hot ass man as you're husband
and your telling me you haven't fucked, yet?

Me
I don't feel comfortable
We made a contract

My Pookie💜🫦
What contract?