Mafia King's Love

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No one's pov

The bright light of filtered through the thin curtains, casting a soft, golden hue across the room. Two figures lay entwined beneath a heap of blankets on the bed. The larger figure's arm was draped protectively over the smaller one.

As the sunlight crept across the room, it reached the smaller figure's face. With a low, sleepy growl, they scrunched their face against the intrusive light and burrowed deeper into the blankets and the larger figure's embrace.

Taehyung slowly opened his eyes, the gentle morning light illuminating his serene features. He turned to see Jungkook lying beside him, a slight frown creasing his forehead and his lips adorably puckered in a pout. Even in sleep, Jungkook looked irresistibly cute.

Taehyung's gaze shifted to the clock on the wall. It read 11:13 AM. Realizing how late it was, he gently caressed Jungkook's hair, the soft strands slipping through his fingers. Leaning in, he whispered tenderly, "Baby, it's time to wake up. It's already late, and we have so much to do for our wedding tomorrow, my darling."

Jungkook stirred at the sound of Taehyung's voice, nuzzling closer into his embrace. Taehyung smiled, his heart swelling with love as he continued to softly coax Jungkook from his slumber.

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, squinting at the morning light. He turned to see Taehyung watching him with a soft smile. Jungkook groaned and clutched his head, feeling the sharp throb of a headache from last night's drunken escapades.

"Hyu-ngie, it hurts," Jungkook mumbled, looking at Taehyung with a pout.

Taehyung sighed, shaking his head. "This was bound to happen, pouty baby. Who told you to go clubbing and drink with the hyungs without telling me?"

Jungkook's eyes widened as memories of the previous night flooded back. He remembered the club, the drinks, and the man who grabbed his arm. Taehyung had come to his rescue, but everything after that was a blur. He winced as his headache intensified.

Taehyung got out of bed and left the room. Jungkook tried to piece together what had happened, but his mind was foggy. He recalled being at the club, drinking, and the confrontation. After that, nothing. His head pounded, making it difficult to think clearly.

His thoughts were interrupted when Taehyung returned with the maids, who carried trays of breakfast. Taehyung directed them to place the food on the table before they quietly left the room.

Taehyung walked over to Jungkook and gently helped him out of bed. "Come on, let's get you to the bathroom," he said softly. They made their way to the bathroom, where Taehyung handed Jungkook a toothbrush. "Brush your teeth. Breakfast is getting cold."

Taehyung began brushing his own teeth, glancing at Jungkook through the mirror. Jungkook tried to speak, but Taehyung raised his hand to stop him. "Not now, bun. Just brush."

Jungkook nodded, still feeling the remnants of his headache. He started brushing his teeth, the familiar routine bringing a small sense of normalcy. Taehyung's presence was comforting, even if he was a bit stern. They stood side by side in the bathroom, the sounds of running water and brushing filling the silence, a quiet moment shared before the busy day ahead.

They returned to the room, and Taehyung ladled some hangover soup into a bowl for Jungkook. "Here, have it," he said firmly. "After this, take this headache medicine and get some rest. I have things to do, so I need to leave. I hope you won't make the mistake of going clubbing with your hyungs again. But then again, who am I to tell you what to do? You didn't even bother to inform me before going."

Jungkook had never heard Taehyung speak to him so coldly. Usually, Taehyung treated him with the utmost care, like a delicate glass doll. Tears welled up in Jungkook's eyes, and he quickly responded, "Hyungie, it's not like that. I wanted to tell you, but the hyungs told me not to. I thought you'd be really angry and wouldn't let us go, so I kept it from you."

Taehyung sighed deeply. "Jungkook, have I ever denied you anything you wished for? Have I ever refused you anything you've asked for? Then why, Jungkook, why?"

Jungkook's voice trembled as he replied, "Hyungie, I didn't even want to go. Trust me, Hyungie."

Taehyung's expression softened slightly, but his voice remained stern. "Jungkook, it's not about trust. If you had told me, I wouldn't have stopped you from going. I would have arranged for your safety, sent bodyguards, or rented out the whole club. Do you know how I felt when I found you drunk and being harassed by that man? If I hadn't been there, who knows what could have happened? I'm disappointed, Jungkook. There will be consequences, you'll receive your punishment on our first night okay? I've already warned you about this. For now, drink your soup, take your medicine, and rest. We have a wedding tomorrow, and I need to oversee the arrangements. Let your hyungs enjoy your wedding because I will deal with them later for taking you there without informing me and for their carelessness."

Taehyung's words hung heavily in the air as Jungkook obediently sipped his soup, tears silently streaming down his face. The weight of Taehyung's disappointment pressed on him, and he vowed never to betray his trust again. Taehyung, seeing the tears, softened a little more but remained resolute. He had to be firm for both their sakes, especially with such an important day ahead.

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