𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲 || ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ

07

Lunch was fine. They all sat in a long table and ate to their heart's content. They made small talk. Taehyung's parents deliberately ignored Jungkook and talked with Jimin and Seokjin. Hoseok bombared Taehyung with questions about the company and a few about his best friend. Jimin would die if he knew. Namjoon and Jungkook talked about things Taehyung couldn't hear. But whatever it was, Jungkook was smiling and laughing with him. Taehyung's heart beat in a fast pace at the sight.

After lunch, the guests left few by few. But, they will return for the after party, where the rings will be exchanged. Taehyung had the courtesy of picking Jungkook's ring. He was excited to see his reaction. But, that was only at night. Not now.

Now, they were standing outside the venue. There was a park there, which they had booked for the wedding photoshoot. It was near evening, and the atmosphere had a pleasant hum. The ground was grassy, and the trees stood tall. The birds chriped, and the breeze flew past them at a kind pace.

Jungkook and Taehyung stood face to face, while a professional photographer guided their movements.

Taehyung did stare at Jungkook the whole morning and noon, but still, his eyes were stuck on his ethereal face. It was like his husband was a siren, calling him to the sea, and upon getting a moment to grasp him, he drowns him, killing him. It made sense. Jungkook was not all beauty. There was a beast laying beneath his peaceful facade. It was waiting to pounce, and Taehyung could very well be its prey.

The thoughts made him shudder a bit. Jungkook sent a glance at him. He sent back a smile.

"Taehyung-shi, we can move to another place if you are getting cold." The photographer said, adjusting her camera. She was half Japanese and half Korean.

"No, I'm alright. Let's continue," he said. She nodded with a smile.

"Okay! So, Jungkook-shi, can you move closer to Taehyung and hold him however you like?" She asked. Jungkook nodded and turned to face Taehyung. He thought Jungkook was going to hold his waist, and Taehyung figured he could move it up to his neck.

His mind went blank when Jungkook wrapped his arms around Taehyung's neck, mainting close proximity. A gasp sounded out of Taehyung, and his hands flew to hold the younger's waist.

Oh shit.

His mind stopped processing. He glanced down at where his hands were and saw how small Jungkook's waist was. How did he not notice that? Jungkook had the smallest waist Taehyung has ever held. Not that he held many, but still. Taehyung did not want to let go.

A shutter of the camera brought him back. His eyes travelled back to Jungkook's, and the younger was looking at him. His eyes were hard to read, but they were so captivating to look at. Did he have enemies? Taehyung could not believe that. He could just show those people his doe eyes, and they would give him all their property. Taehyung would.

"Alright. Now I would like it if you could lean back on Taehyung-shi," Akari said, her voice sharp and confident. Jungkook moved to do as she asked. Taehyung wrapped his arm around the younger's hip as he leaned back. Jungkook's hand travelled up to hold his nape, and he tilted his head sideways. Taehyung dipped his head down, subconsciously. The smell of flowers hit him, and he found himself leaning in for more.

The camera clicked and shuttered. Akari went on about how perfect they looked next to each other. Taehyung's eyes drooped as the scent became overwhelming. He moved back and manoeuvred the mafia king into a position where he dipped Jungkook. The younger surprisingly cooperated. Taehyung's hand travelled under his thigh, and he lifted it to rest on his hip. Jungkook threw his head back, and the camera captured every moment.