"You monster!" she yelled, her voice trembling with rage and desperation. "What did you do to my father?"
Taehyung gripped her shoulders and pressed her against the couch, hovering above her. Y/N struggled, cursing him for her father's condition.
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Taehyung sat comfortably in his plush office seat, a wide smile lighting up his face as he watched the live camera footage from home on his phone. His deep laughter resonated in the room as he saw Y/N in the kitchen, sulking adorably with Emily by her side.
'Apparently, my beautiful wife is trying to make food,' his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and affection.
She was an enchanting sight, even in her frustration. Her brows were furrowed in concentration, and her cheeks flushed with effort as she struggled to follow the recipe. Clad in a cute apron, she moved around the kitchen with determination, though her lack of cooking skills was evident. Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her pouting lips and her occasional curses under her breath when things didn't go her way.
Despite her struggles, she looked irresistibly hot and endearing. Taehyung's heart swelled with affection as he watched her. She accidentally spilled some flour, creating a small cloud of white powder that settled in her hair and on her clothes. Emily tried to assist, but Y/N's stubborn spirit kept her from giving up easily. She bit her lip in concentration, a habit Taehyung found utterly charming.
"Oh god, this girl will be the end of me," he thought, his heart melting at her determined efforts.
He watched as she fumbled with the ingredients, her hands moving clumsily yet adorably. Her fingers were covered in flour, and she had a smudge of chocolate on her cheek. Even though the kitchen was a mess, she looked absolutely precious to him. Her persistence, despite the clear evidence of her inexperience, made him love her even more.
Taehyung could see the frustration building as she tried again, only to meet with another small disaster. She finally threw her hands up in defeat, leaning against the counter with a dramatic sigh. Her pout deepened, and she slumped down, looking completely defeated but still incredibly cute. Emily patted her back sympathetically, but Y/N's sulking expression didn't change.
Taehyung's laughter softened as he felt a rush of pride and love. She was trying so hard, and it warmed his heart to see her efforts, even if they were met with failure. He couldn't wait to get home and wrap his arms around her, teasing her gently about her cooking mishaps .
"Oh, Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with affection, "you have no idea what you are doing to my heart."
He imagined her reaction when he would tell her how adorable she looked covered in flour. His heart raced at the thought of holding her close, feeling her warmth against him, and telling her that she didn't need to be a great cook to be perfect for him. God he was missing her now.
And as he watched her on the screen, he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having such a wonderful, endearing, and beautiful woman as his wife.
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Jungkook sighed heavily, the weight of his decisions pressing down on him. His eyes grew darker, filled with uncertainty and conflict. He didn't know if siding with Jimin was the right thing to do, but his intentions were clear: he wanted to save Y/N from Taehyung. He couldn't bear to see her hurt. Even if she would never love him back, it would be enough to know she was safe and away from pain.
