[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 than acce...
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If you give Jungkook two options—either to vanish or poke everyone's eyes—she would happily choose the second one.
Because the reason was reasoning.
The hot look of her husband, the very one she had been swooning over just this morning, now felt like a thorn in her eyes. Six hours had passed since they stepped into the office and Jungkook had lost count of the eyes that had shamelessly checked out her husband.
Jungkook was happy and glowing even after receiving the package of her books when they walked into the office together. But as the day went on, she began to notice something that made her blood boil—the stares. Women all around the office were shamelessly looking at Taehyung.
It wasn't just a glance; it was the look that made Jungkook's stomach twist and turn.
Jungkook felt possessiveness bubble inside her, like a protective bear ready to defend its cub. Her brows furrowed and she crossed her arms tightly over her chest, shooting daggers with her eyes at anyone who dared to look at her husband.
"Oh no, not my Ice cube," she thought, her cheeks puffing up in annoyance. Her heart raced and she felt like a double bunny, ready to leap at anyone who tried to get too close to him.
They weren't looking at him, they were practically checking him out.
At first, it had been pride—pride in having such a capable, strong, and handsome husband.
But as the hours passed, that pride twisted into something else—jealousy. The memory of those employees gossiping and drooling over him made her blood simmer. How they looked at him and spoke about him—it made her want to storm back into the hallway and claim him in front of them all.
Whenever someone glanced in Taehyung's direction, Jungkook's grip on her pen tightened. She could feel the heat rising in her chest, annoyance bubbling under her skin.
And then, it morphed—jealousy gave way to possessiveness.
Her possessiveness flared up with each shameless gaze. Did they not have work to do? she thought, her jaw clenched.
No one else should be allowed to look at him like that. The Taehyung those employees fawned over wasn't just some office heartthrob—he was her husband, the man she shared her life with.
Kim Taehyung was Kim Jungkook's.
And Taehyung was blissfully unaware, he continued his day as usual. his calm actions make Jungkook more infuriating. He had no idea that his different presence was wreaking havoc on Jungkook's insides.
If one more person so much as looked at him...
Jungkook's knuckles whitened as she gripped her pen harder, mind filled with irrational thoughts of claiming Taehyung as hers in front of the entire office. She glared at the female intern who had just done a double-take as she passed him.
