𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 ✔︎|tk

𓊆ྀིWhispers of a New Dawn𓊇ྀི

The Kims' private jet touched down in Daegu, where the chilly wind whipped through the air, causing everyone to shiver. Daegu was notorious for its cold nights, a stark contrast to the milder weather of Busan. Mrs. Kim, anticipating the drop in temperature, had prepared warm shawls for everyone onboard.

As the jet doors opened and the family disembarked, Mrs. Kim hurried back inside the aircraft. Her quick return, clutching several shawls, puzzled the rest of the family. She distributed the warm garments to everyone, ensuring that no one would feel the biting cold. Naturally, she kept one for herself.

Jungkook, still deeply asleep, was cradled in Taehyung's arms. His face was nestled against Taehyung's chest, the shawl they shared enveloping them both in a cocoon of warmth. The exhaustion from the wedding had taken its toll on Jungkook, making him sleep soundly despite the bustling activity around him.

The Kims climbed into their waiting cars, each driven by their respective chauffeurs. Throughout the ride, Taehyung's gaze never wavered from his sleeping husband. He couldn't help but smile softly, his heart swelling with anticipation for the new chapter of their life together.

Arriving at their mansion, Taehyung once again lifted Jungkook in his arms, carrying him bridal style. The grandeur of the mansion greeted them, its imposing structure softened by the warmth of the interior. As they entered, Jungkook stirred slightly, his body shifting as he began to wake.

He yawned, rubbing his eyes with small, delicate hands that made him look even more like an endearing bunny. His sleepy movements elicited coos and affectionate murmurs from the onlookers, except for one person who, as expected, remained notably quiet.

Jungkook's eyes fluttered open, and he gasped softly when he realised he was still cradled in Taehyung's arms, wrapped snugly in the shawl. The realisation of being so intimately held made his cheeks flush a deep red. He looked up, only to meet Taehyung's dark, expressive eyes.

Taehyung's gaze was fixed on Jungkook's lips, a mix of admiration and longing flickering in his eyes. The small mole just beneath Jungkook's lower lip seemed to beckon Taehyung, intensifying his desire to kiss him. Taehyung swallowed hard, his control wavering as he struggled to maintain composure. The mole on Jungkook's lip was simply irresistible, stirring a longing in Taehyung that he fought to suppress.

Much like the BTS song "Dimple" with its lyrics proclaiming, "The dimple is illegal, no, it's dangerous, oh yes," Taehyung felt a similar irresistible pull toward the mole on Jungkook's lip. For Taehyung, it was as if the mole was a captivating temptation, embodying a sense of danger and allure that he found almost impossible to resist.

In the quiet intimacy of the moment, Taehyung felt a surge of affection and desire. He was acutely aware of the delicate balance between tenderness and passion, and he chose to saver this precious moment, filled with unspoken promises and deep feelings.

The silence was eventually broken by Jin's voice, and Jungkook felt a wave of relief. He had been struggling under Taehyung's intense gaze, feeling weak and overwhelmed.

"Alright, everyone," Jin announced, "It's time for bed. Let's give the newlyweds some privacy."

With that, everyone exchanged goodnights and dispersed to their respective rooms, leaving the couple to themselves.

Taehyung turned and began to ascend the stairs toward their bedroom, still carrying Jungkook in his arms. Just then, a small, hesitant voice broke the quiet.

"H-hyung, I-I can w-walk," Jungkook stammered, mentally chastising himself for the nervousness in his voice.

Taehyung halted, his expression remaining cool and composed. His deep voice, however, held an unmistakable edge that sent shivers down Jungkook's spine.

"I don't want you to walk right now," Taehyung said firmly. "I want to carry my husband. Is my touch making you uncomfortable?"

Jungkook looked up with wide, doe-like eyes, his innocent demeanour belying the mischief within. He shook his head softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"No, I'm not uncomfortable. I... I actually love your touch."

He immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, cursing himself internally for his slip.

Taehyung's voice was smooth and confident as he said, "So, you love my touch? Let's go then. I'll touch you wherever I want."

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise as Taehyung reached their bedroom and gently set him down on the bed. "Don't worry," Taehyung murmured softly. "I won't push you. I know neither of us is quite ready yet. You go freshen up first."

With that, Taehyung picked up his nightwear and headed toward the guest bathroom to start his evening routine.

In truth, both were eager, but they wanted to make the night special and memorable.

Jungkook sighed as he entered the bathroom, taking in the elegant decor. He turned on the shower, letting the hot water ease his tired muscles. As he glanced around, he noticed an array of neatly arranged toiletries, each more charming than the last. He remembered Jin mentioning similar products, but now it dawned on him that these were actually Taehyung's choices.

He picked up a few items, inhaling their scents, and realised they were undoubtedly Taehyung's. After his shower, he wrapped himself in a towel and peered out, finding the room empty. He quickly dashed to the closet and closed the door behind him.

The closet was organised into two sections: one side with Taehyung's stylish suits and casual clothes, and the other side stocked with Jungkook's vibrant outfits and an assortment of footwear. At the dressing table, Jungkook found his favorite beauty products and perfumes. He moisturised his body with a strawberry-scented lotion before slipping into a pair of dark blue pyjamas.

As he finished dressing, Jungkook noticed a drawer in his closet. Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened it, only to find an array of lingerie. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and he quickly shut the drawer, patting his face to steady himself.

He emerged from the closet to find Taehyung already settled on the bed. Taehyung was propped up against the headboard, his legs comfortably under the covers, wearing his pajamas and reading glasses. He looked effortlessly attractive, deeply engrossed in a book.

Jungkook shook his head, trying to push away any embarrassing thoughts and focus on the present. He climbed onto the right side of the bed, sliding under the cozy blankets. 

After about fifteen minutes, he watched as Taehyung placed his book on the bedside table, setting his glasses on top of it. Taehyung took a sip of water from a glass placed next to the book, still exuding an air of calm and quiet confidence.

Jungkook glanced at his phone, the screen showing 9:29 PM. He saw Taehyung, already settled on the bed.

"Good night, Jungkook," Taehyung said, his voice deep and soothing.

Jungkook couldn't help but feel that he would never quite get used to the effect Taehyung's voice had on him. It was as if the rich timbre of his husband's voice stirred butterflies in his stomach and painted his cheeks a bright shade of pink.

"Good night, Hyung," Jungkook replied, his voice soft and filled with affection.

They both settled into the bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over them. As Jungkook drifted off, he thought about how punctual and organised Taehyung was. He made a mental note to keep track of his husband's schedule in the future.

Little did Jungkook know, the morning would bring an unexpected surprise that would leave him more than a little flustered. But for now, they both fell asleep peacefully, wrapped in the tranquility of their new life together.

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