Stuck With You [Taekook ff]

13 | Taehyung's Husband

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Taehyung's brain was a little fuzzy as he tried to work out the details from the night before. "Well, what I meant was did we have sex?"

Taehyung knew one thing for sure. He remembered that the night before he had a wonderful time dancing and hanging out with Jungkook. But how they ended up in his suite, he couldn't remember. How did they get from the Bellagio back to his resort?

"Oh, drunk or not baby—if we had had sex, you would've remembered." Jungkook winked at him and Taehyung's dick twitched. "So, no. There was no one-night-rump-in-the-hay."

Jungkook continued, "I didn't wake up naked and neither did you. But I did find this this morning."

Taehyung's overnight guest handed him the document he had found. Taehyung looked down at it and it had both their names on it: Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung. Once he realized what the document was, he just knew the blood drained from his face and he turned white as a sheet.

"I—Is this what I think it is?" Taehyung asked.

"Yes." Jeon Jungkook, the guy whose name was on the document, looked slightly alarmed. It was a marriage certificate. "We got married last night."

Taehyung felt dizzy as he plopped on his bed, grabbing the bedpost at the foot for balance.

"What the hell?" Taehyung seemed to ask no one. His heart was pounding faster and he could feel a slight thumping in his temple. He could use another drink. Or maybe just aspirin. Or maybe both.

"Well, now I'm hurt. You just found out you may be married to me and you're sad. But let me tell you, dude, you could do a lot worse." Jungkook made a pretend huff as if he were offended. Then he smiled.

"How can you be so blasé about all of this? We just met and what the fuck? Now we're married? To each other?"

"Look. First of all, don't worry. We can get the marriage annulled or whatever. And most states won't even see us as a valid married couple, seeing as we are both men. So see, no worries, unless you're planning to bring your ex-girlfriend Tailor here and marry her. Then you'd be accused of being a bigamist. And maybe this is some hoax. Maybe someone's playing a sick joke on us. Your friends could've done this. You know? Just for fun. And also, Mr. Kim Taehyung, like I said, you could do a lot worse."

"How do you know about my ex-girlfriend?" Taehyung asked.

"That was the last conversation I remembered having with you. You said that she, Tailor, was a bitch. And I remember thinking that she didn't deserve you." Jungkook stood to go to the mirror and put his lip gloss on.

Taehyung was initially in shock. He frantically tried to piece together the events of the previous night, realizing that his wild night out had led to an unexpected and life-changing decision. He searched over the marriage certificate, hoping it was a fake or at least a mistake. Confusion and disbelief filled his mind as he replayed the night's events, trying to understand how it had happened. He started thinking about the next steps he would need to take to address the situation.

And then Taehyung marveled at how things happened so fast. It was a twisted fate that defied explanation. The events of the day before surged forth in his mind—the unexpected encounter in the elevator and the fleeting connection that had kindled between him and Jungkook. Destiny, veiled in a guise of chance, had taken its course. They were fucking married.

He watched as Jungkook packed all of his personals. He put on a set of clothes from his bag. When did he ever have a bag? Did he have it there with him at the Bellagio?