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"Taehyung, Promise your mother, that you will not marry Jeon Jungkook at any cost.
I accep...
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The sun streaming through the window was a bright and fresh morning. Birds chirped outside, but for Jungkook, it was anything but peaceful. She stood in front of the mirror, freshly bathed, the scent of floral soap lingering in the air.
Her fingers fumbled with the strings of her dress, which needed to be tied behind her. She turned slightly, trying to get a better angle, but the strings seemed determined to elude her grasp. With a frustrated huff, she muttered, "Why is this so complicated?"
Her reflection revealed the tiny frown etched on her face and she couldn't help but pout at her reflection. "Come on, Jungkook, you can do this!" she encouraged herself, taking a deep breath.
Then her gaze shifted to Taehyung, who was sitting on the couch, immersed in his work. A cute scowl formed on her lips. Seriously? Can't he help his pretty wife for just one moment? she thought, crossing her arms in irritation. Why am I struggling while he looks so calm?
Jungkook's pout deepened as she muttered, "Ice cube, you're supposed to be a husband! Help me out here!"
She rolled her eyes dramatically, her frustration bubbling beneath her cuteness. Honestly, he could at least glance this way and offer to help!
With one last frustrated attempt at the strings, she let out a tiny groan, wishing for a little bit of support. "Ugh, I guess I'll just have to do this the hard way," she mumbled, cheeks slightly flushed from annoyance.
Meanwhile, Taehyung being a gentleman, noticed Jungkook's struggle and her bare back too. He quickly averted his gaze, feeling embarrassment creep up his neck.
Focus on your work, he reminded himself, attempting to push the image from his mind. But his focus wavered, his pen hovering mid-air as his thoughts drifted.
Every time he tried to concentrate on the papers, his mind betrayed him, replaying the sight of her delicate frame and the curve of her back. He glanced back, despite his best intentions, just in time to see her struggling again. Jungkook's lips formed a frustrated pout and he felt an overwhelming urge to help her, to ease her frustration.
With a resigned sigh, he set his papers aside and stood up. he walked toward her, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to concentrate until he did.
Jungkook stood in front of the mirror and attempted to tie the strings of her dress once again. The soft fabric flew around her but no matter how she twisted and turned, the strings remained stubbornly out of reach. Just as she was about to give in, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
Jungkook's fingers stilled the moment her eyes met Taehyung's in the reflection of the mirror. Her heart skipped a beat and she felt warmth flood her cheeks as the realization of her backless dress sank in. The thin black fabric hugged her frame perfectly, highlighting the curve of her waist and shoulders. Her bare skin glows under the morning light.
