[𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥]
❝𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐧, 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞❞
Top Taehyung
Bottom Jungkook
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"Taehyung, Promise your mother, that you will not marry Jeon Jungkook at any cost.
I accept the deàth rather than acce...
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The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains as Taehyung stood in their bedroom, glancing at his watch anxiously.
"Mrs kim, did you see my blue file," Taehyung replied, barely glancing at her as he continued his search. "I can't find it, and I'm already late."
Jungkook chirped in and spoke, "You know, Mr Kim, I learned some magic. I can also find things like you with magic. Wait," she said, eyes twinkling with excitement.
Taehyun thought for a while, he was getting late but looking at his wife's innocent big eyes shining at him with hope, he didn't have the heart to make her sad.
So, he gave her a curt nod. "Alright, show me," he said, his tone flat but curious.
Jungkook closed her eyes and concentrated, her brow furrowing as she focused on summoning the file. But instead of the file appearing neatly, a sudden blow of wind swept through the room, sending papers flying off the shelves and directly onto Taehyung.
Jungkook's eyes widened in horror as she saw the mess. "Oh no! Mr. Kim, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, her voice high-pitched as she hurriedly rushed to him.
Taehyung stood there, now covered in a bunch of papers, his expression stoic but with a faint hint of annoyance. "Really?" he said, his tone carrying a controlled edge.
Jungkook pouted, her lower lip jutting out as she looked at the mess. "I just wanted to help," she whined, her voice small and apologetic.
Taehyung sighed, brushing off some of the papers stuck to his shirt, "It appears your magic needs more practice,"
Jungkook's pout deepened, her eyes wide and guilty. "But I was so sure it would work this time," she muttered, almost to herself.
Taehyung's expression softened slightly as he started to gather the scattered papers, "It's alright. At least you tried," he said, his tone was neutral but a touch of warmth was still present in it.
Jungkook, still pouting, moved to him and started helping him, occasionally glancing at him with big, guilty eyes. Taehyung looked at her with his face calm as he stacked up the papers.
"Next time, let's stick to non-magical methods," he suggested, his voice steady.
She nodded, her pout slowly turning into a small smile. "Okay, Mr. Kim," she said, feeling slightly better as they continued to clean up together.
Later,
Taehyung stood in front of the mirror, tying his tie. He glanced sideways and saw Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed, her shoulders slumped and her face showed with sadness. The memory of her magic backfiring earlier was still fresh, and it pained him to see her so disheartened. The occasional sighs were heard in the silent room as he observed jungkook fiddling with the sleeves of her off-white dress shirt.
