Volume 1
[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...
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Taehyung's footsteps echoed softly in the quiet of their room as he entered, a box of chocolates in hand for his wife to lift her mood. However, the sight of the absence of his wife immediately brought a frown across his face. He glanced around the room, his concern deepening with each passing second as he found no trace of her presence.
"Mrs kim?" he called out, his voice filled with worry as he set the box of chocolates down on the table. He moved further into the room, checking each corner and scanning for any clue of where she might have gone.
Taehyung checked the bathroom first, finding it empty. He moved quietly towards the closet, feeling a mix of tension.
Approaching the closet door, he heard the faint sound of soft sobbing. His heart sank, worry gnawing at him as he gently pushed open the door.
Inside, Jungkook sat on the floor, her face buried in her hands, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. Taehyung's heart clenched at the sight, his concern deepening as he knelt beside her.
She didn't look up, her body trembling slightly with the weight of her emotions. Taehyung's heart ached at the sight, wishing he could take away her pain and sadness.
"Mrs. Kim," he whispered, gently keeping his hand on her shoulder.
She flinched slightly at his touch, her body tensing with suppressed emotion. Slowly, she lifted her head, tear-streaked cheeks and watery eyes revealing the depth of her pain. Taehyung's heart ached even more as he saw her like this, wanting desperately to comfort her.
Jungkook sniffled, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand. She looked up at him, her gaze filled with a mixture of sadness and gratitude. Without a word, she leaned into his touch, seeking solace in his presence.
Taehyung wrapped his arms around her gently, pulling her close. She rested her head against his chest, her body shaking with silent sobs. He held her tightly, offering her the silent comfort she needed in that moment of vulnerability.
They stayed like that for a while, the only sound in the closet the quiet rhythm of their breathing and Jungkook's occasional sniffles. Taehyung continued to hold her, his hand gently rubbing her back, whispering soothing words of reassurance until she was ready to speak.
"I can't do anything properly," she confessed, her words choked with tears. "I feel like I'm going to destroy everything. I can't even do magic." The fragments of the past flickered before her—her mother's disapproving gaze, the sharp words that cut deep into her fragile heart.
"Why can't you listen to me? Always causing trouble..."
"You'll never succeed with that attitude, Jungkook."
"Do you even understand how much you disappoint me?"
