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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Jungkook stepped into the room with a tray of hot soup in her hands, which she made for her husband. Reaching near the bed, she kept the tray on the bedside table and looked at Taehyung who was sleeping after changing into comfortable clothes.
"What should I do? Wake him or let him sleep. He needs rest but the food is also important," jungkook thought as she gazed at the sleeping male. Her fingers were fiddling and her lower lip was being abused by the bunny teeth.
Jungkook looked around the room and found it messy. So, she decided to clean the room first and then wake up her husband.
The soft sunlit illuminated the space as she organized the room, careful not to disturb Taehyung's peaceful slumber. Papers neatly stacked, clothes folded, she turned her attention to the unfinished files, determined to complete them before the deadline.
As Jungkook immersed herself in her tasks, she occasionally looked at her husband, ensuring that he was sleeping well. Taehyung gradually woke, his eyes adjusting to the soft light and felt the strong light peeking from the curtains. Jungkook left her files and went to taehyung.
He sat up, running a hand through his messy hair, when he noticed Jungkook approaching with a glass of water.
She sat beside him, a smile on her lips as she offered him the glass. "Here," she said softly, her eyes filled with concern.
"Thanks," he mumbled, taking the cold glass and gulping down the refreshing water. It felt soothing against his parched throat.
"Are you okay?" she asked, breaking the silence that enveloped the room.
Taehyung nodded, placing the glass on the side table. As he turned to look at his wife, he noticed her fingers fiddling nervously in her lap, a sign of the thoughts racing through her mind.
"What do you want to ask?" he prompted gently, sensing her hesitance.
Her gaze met his and he was lost in the depths of Jungkook's eyes. "Umm, y-your wounds?"
Jungkook's voice was barely above a whisper, but the concern etched on her face spoke volumes.
Taehyung's heart warmed at the sight of her worry; it made him feel cherished and vulnerable all at once. "They're healing," he replied softly, wanting to reassure her.
Jungkook's expression softened further but there was a sincerity in her eyes that made him want to open up.
A knock disrupted the silence, startling jungkook and she stood up, "I will look,"
Jungkook approached the door cautiously, opening it to find Taehyung's mother, Soomin, standing there with a tray of food. The atmosphere shifted subtly and Jungkook's heart skipped a beat as she greeted Soomin.
