~JEON JEONGGUK the FIRST son of mr.jeon who is the biggest business man of south korea. Pure angel in disguise of human~
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~KIM TAEHYUNG the son of mr.kim belongs from middle class family wants no thing for himself but happiness for his family...
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"Destiny Of Lover's..."
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[Author's Pov:-]
As the months passed, Jungkook's devotion to Taehyung only deepened. He catered to Taehyung's every need, prioritizing his comfort and happiness above all else.
The mafia world, with its darkness and danger, faded into the background as Jungkook's love for Taehyung became his sole focus.
Taehyung, unaware of Jungkook's secret life, thrived under his care. His belly grew, and so did his affection for the man by his side. Jungkook's gentle touch, soothing voice, and reassuring presence made Taehyung feel safe and cherished.
One evening, as they sat together on the couch, Taehyung turned to Jungkook with a radiant smile.
Taehyung:-"You've been my rock through this entire pregnancy, Gukkie. I don't know what I'd do without you." Jungkook's eyes softened, his gaze brimming with adoration.
Jungkook:-"You'll never have to find out, Tae. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."
In that moment, Jungkook knew he'd do anything to protect Taehyung and their unborn child. His mafia world might be cloaked in shadows, but with Taehyung beside him, he found a purpose and light he'd never thought possible.
As night fell, Jungkook often lay awake, his mind consumed by Taehyung's cravings. He'd slip out of bed, careful not to wake his sleeping husband, and head to the kitchen. The soft glow of the refrigerator guided him as he prepared Taehyung's quirky yet adorable requests—pickles with ice cream, spicy ramen at 2 a.m., or chocolate-covered strawberries.
Taehyung, lost in slumber, would sometimes murmur Jeongguk's name, his voice barely audible. Jungkook's heart would skip a beat, and he'd rush back to their bedside, embracing Taehyung tightly, as if reclaiming him. His possessiveness surged—he couldn't bear the thought of anyone else occupying Taehyung's mind, even in sleep.
"Mine," Jungkook would whisper, his lips brushing Taehyung's ear. "You're mine, Tae." Taehyung, half-asleep, would smile, his eyes fluttering open to meet Jungkook's.
"Always, Gukkie," he'd reply, his voice thick with sleep and affection.
In those moments, Jungkook knew he'd do anything to keep Taehyung safe, happy, and his. The darkness of his mafia life would never touch his husband—his love, his everything.
As the delivery day neared, Jungkook's excitement grew, but so did his anxiety. The nursery was ready, stocked with tiny clothes, toys, and a crib fit for their little prince.
