Taehyung, an orphan and mischievous young boy, fell in love at first sight with Jeon Jeongguk, promising that one day he would marry him.
Years later, Taehyung enrolls at Seoul National University, where his life intertwines with Jeongguk, a literat...
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Taehyung had slept peacefully through most of the day, the medicine finally easing the relentless pain that had consumed him for days. The dull ache in his forehead was gone, leaving behind a strange sense of relief. He couldn’t quite believe he had survived that level of agony. Now, as he lay in the living area, his body felt heavy and drained. His once vibrant energy was nowhere to be found, and he longed for the days when he felt like himself again.
The soft click of the door drew his attention, but nothing could have prepared him for what came next. Behind Jungkook, a steady stream of people entered the room, their arms laden with canvases of every size. Taehyung’s eyes widened in disbelief. 'What on earth...?'
Jungkook moved with calm authority, directing the group to an empty room. Taehyung sat up slowly, counting the people as they passed. 'Twenty?' His mind whirled, trying to make sense of the situation. Why so many? And for what?
Curiosity getting the better of him, Taehyung rose quietly from his spot and followed them, his steps light, almost cautious. The room was quickly filling with artwork, but before he could take in the details, Jungkook’s voice cut through the activity.
"You can all leave now," Jungkook said, his tone commanding. "We’ll take care of the rest."
"Never took you a goon for an artist," Taehyung muttered, unable to stop the sharp comment from slipping out.
Jungkook chuckled darkly, rolling up his sleeves in a way that made Taehyung gulp. "Goon, you say? I really need to work on that sharp little tongue of yours, sweet thing." His voice was teasing, but the sight of him rolling his sleeves was enough to make Taehyung's stomach twist. Jungkook smirked at the reaction but chose to let it go this time.
"They're not for me," Jungkook continued, noticing the surprise flicker across Taehyung's face.
"For me?" Taehyung asked, pointing a finger at his chest in disbelief.
"Yes," Jungkook said with a shrug. "I heard you had a talent for painting. So, let’s put that to use. You’re not going to just sit around here like some... useless thing." His tone was sharp, so Taehyung failed to noticed the underlying care.
Jungkook knew Taehyung would never accept the canvases outright, so he masked it behind a challenge. At least this way, Taehyung wouldn’t be bored while under security protection, safe from whoever was lurking around.
But the way Jungkook said it made Taehyung’s hand clench in indignation. "Of course, I wasn't planning to live off of you. And you should let me go. That would be the best solution," Taehyung replied, his voice tight as if he was negotiating for his freedom.
"Not going to happen, my sweet little husband," Jungkook's voice lowered, filled with a dangerous edge.
"We are not husbands!" Taehyung snapped, his voice ringing with defiance.
