In the dark corners of her mind, Y/n thought she had buried him-*Kim Taehyung,* the man who shattered her soul fifteen years ago. Now, married to Jeon Jungkook, she believed her past was just that-a memory. But when Taehyung resurfaces, bringing wit...
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The first ray of the dawn slipped gently through the sheer curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the room. The light danced on the wall illuminating the soft, muted tones of the space. As it crept further in, it found its way to the where a couple laid interwined in each other's arm, nestled beneath the luxurious silk sheets. The fabric shimmered faintly in the morning light, a testament to the tender serenity that enveloped them.
Y/n stirred first, her eyelashes fluttering as the sun kissed her face. She shifted slightly, snuggling closer to Jungkook, her cheek resting against his bare chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a soothing lullaby, grounding her in the present moment. She could feel the rise and fall of his breath, a gentle reminder of the life they shared, the dreams they built together
The room was filled with a quiet stillness, broken only by the occasional rustle of the sheets and the distant song of birds heralding the new day. The air was infused with the subtle fragrance of lavender and vanilla from the candles they had lit the previous night, remnants of their shared tranquility and intimate moments.
Jungkook's arm tightened around Y/n, drawing her closer even in his sleep. His face was relaxed, a soft smile playing on his lips as if he were in the midst of a pleasant dream. Y/n gazed at him, her heart swelling with a profound sense of love and contentment. She traced gentle patterns on his skin with her fingertips, marveling at the peaceful expression he wore.
The sunlight continued its slow crawl across the room, illuminating the details of their sanctuary. A stack of books lay on the nightstand, a blend of novels and travel guides, promising adventures both real and imagined. A photograph framed in silver stood beside them, capturing a moment from their travels: the two of them on a beach, laughing, with the ocean stretching endlessly behind them. It was a testament to their shared history, a collage of memories that bound them together.
As the light grew stronger, Y/n reluctantly shifted away from Jungkook, propping herself up on one elbow. She glanced at the clock and realized they had a few more precious minutes before the demands of the day would intrude upon their cocoon of warmth and safety. She took a deep breath, savoring the moment, the quiet intimacy they shared in the dawn of a new day.
Jungkook stirred, his eyelids fluttering open. He looked at Y/n and smiled, his eyes reflecting the same warmth and love she felt. "Good morning," he whispered, his voice husky with sleep.
"Good morning," she replied softly, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his lips. "Did you sleep well?"
"With you beside me? Always," he murmured, pulling her back into his embrace.
They lay there for a few more minutes, savoring the last remnants of their peaceful slumber, before reluctantly acknowledging the world outside their haven. The sun, now fully risen, bathed the room in bright light, heralding the start of a new day filled with possibilities. They knew that whatever the day might bring, they would face it together, fortified by the quiet strength of their love and the shared moments of tranquility that morning had bestowed upon them.
