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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Next Morning
Jungkook's eyes slowly opened. Blinking away the remnants of sleep and adjusting to the sharp morning light, the first thing she noticed was a denim material. Her fingers brushed against the material as she rubbed her eyes. Then, her eyes trailed up to find Taehyung above her, his back against the headboard, his head tilted slightly.
With a flutter in her chest, Jungkook realised she was resting on Taehyung's lap.
Taehyung was still seated at the edge of the bed, his back leaning awkwardly against the headboard, one arm draped over her protectively. His head was tilted slightly to the side, his features softened in sleep. Dark strands of hair fell over his forehead, his lips parted as he breathed. Jungkook noticed how his eyelashes cast soft shadows against his skin.
A tender smile crept onto her face as she watched him. He must have stayed up with her through the night, comforting her, despite the uncomfortable position. Her heart clenched at the thought, gratitude and guilt filling her.
Carefully, Jungkook shifted, her fingers gently brushing his hair from his face. She noticed the faint lines of tension on his brow, even in sleep, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was because of her—because he'd taken on her burdens as his own.
Jungkook sat up slowly, trying not to disturb him. But as she shifted, Taehyung stirred, his hand tightening around her waist. His head tilted slightly and his eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep. For a second, they seemed to search, unfocused, until they landed on her, softening instantly. The sleepiness in his gaze melted into something warmer.
Their positions were close, almost intimate.
Jungkook's hand had come to rest against his chest. Her other hand was pressed down on the bed, supporting her as she sat on him. His arm remained loosely draped around her waist, almost as if, even in his half-awake state, he didn't want her to go anywhere.
"Good morning," Jungkook whispered, her voice barely above a breath, not wanting to disturb the calm surrounding them.
Taehyung blinked, straightening slightly, his face relaxing as he let go of the tension from sleeping upright.
"Good morning," he murmured, his voice low and rough from sleep. His eyes traced over her face, noting the faint traces of last night's emotions that still shadowed her features.
He looked down at her with concern, "How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?"
Jungkook bit her lip and nodded, though he caught the slight hesitation in her eyes. She was still piecing things together, yet trying to appear as calm as possible.
