"MAKE MY TAE YOUR SON IN LAW JEON"
"SIGNING MERE PAPERS DOESN'T MAKES YOU MY WIFE"
"JEON TAEHYUNG WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?"
"TRUST ME MASTER YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE I EVER GAVE MYSELF TO"
"YOU DID NOT FEEL LIKE THE NEED TO INFORM ME YOONGI"
"REUNITING YOU...
In the car, Jungkook had his eyes shut, his body sinking into the plush seat as he tried to relax for a moment. The soft hum of the engine seemed to lull him into a calm state, but next to him, Taehyung was far from calm.
Taehyung felt a sharp twinge in his chest, like something squeezing his heart. He gasped quietly, clutching at his chest, his face paling. The pain subsided after a few seconds, but it left him feeling shaky, like a shadow had brushed past him.
Jungkook noticed immediately, his eyes snapping open. "Are you alright?" he asked
Taehyung forced a smile, nodding quickly. "Oh yeah, I'm fine," he replied, his voice a little too light.
But his mind was racing. What was that? His surgery had been a success—there shouldn't be any more issues with his heart. So what was this pain? He pushed the thought away as they pulled up to the mansion.
Jungkook gave him another searching look. "You sure you're fine?"
"Yeah... just tired," Taehyung mumbled, rubbing his temple.
"Me too," Jungkook agreed, stretching his arms over his head. "Let's sleep."
They collapsed into bed, both exhausted. As the moonlight spilled across the room, they drifted off into a dreamless sleep, wrapped up in each other like the world outside didn't exist.
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The next morning, Taehyung woke up to an empty bed. He blinked sleepily, confused by the absence of warmth next to him. Slowly, he slipped out of the blankets and walked barefoot into the living room.
There he saw Jungkook, shirtless, with his back to him. His muscular frame was only clad in sweatpants, and his dark hair was tied up in a messy man bun. Taehyung's eyes roamed over him before his gaze shifted to what Jungkook was doing.
Jungkook was painting.
And not just any painting—something breathtaking. Taehyung froze mid-step, his eyes glued to the vibrant colors splashed across the canvas. The flowers, vivid and alive, seemed to reach out, telling stories Taehyung hadn't expected.
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Without thinking, Taehyung whispered, "It's beautiful..."
Jungkook turned, smiling proudly at his creativity got complimented
Taehyung's eyes were still fixed on the painting, utterly mesmerized. "It's not just beautiful... it's like the flowers are alive. They're telling a story. It's like... like someone who was lost, wandering through a desert, has finally found peace, like the lonliness in their heart got soothened" His voice was breathless, as though the painting itself had stolen the air from his lungs.
