CEO KIM (Vkook) ✔️ ( Re-writting)

Chapter 33

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The city outside glowed with the late afternoon sun, golden rays bouncing off glass buildings, but inside the boutique, the world felt smaller, warmer, and exclusively theirs. Jungkook’s eyes sparkled as he stepped into the luxurious wedding shop, hand in hand with Taehyung. Three months of planning, laughter, small arguments, and private stolen moments had led them here. The air smelled faintly of fresh flowers and polished wood, mingling with the soft scent of Taehyung’s cologne that clung to him like a promise.

Jungkook’s fingers twined nervously with Taehyung’s as they walked through rows of pristine white gowns and sharply tailored suits. He had never imagined shopping for a wedding with someone so handsome, so powerful, so undeniably his. His heart skipped every time Taehyung’s thumb brushed over his knuckles, every time his warm gaze lingered just a little too long.

“Do you want to try one?” Taehyung asked quietly, voice low, his words brushing against Jungkook’s ear like a secret.

Jungkook blinked, cheeks heating instantly. “M-Me? The dress?” His voice wobbled with excitement and nerves.

Taehyung’s lips curved in that dangerous half-smile that made Jungkook’s stomach flip. “Yes. You’re the bride. You get to wear whatever you want, bunny.”

Jungkook swallowed hard and allowed himself to be led toward a display of gowns. Each dress seemed to glow under the soft lights, delicate lace, flowing satin, layers of tulle like clouds. He trailed his fingers over one particularly soft ivory gown, eyes widening.

“This… this one,” he whispered, almost breathless.

Taehyung leaned closer, smelling the faint vanilla of his shampoo mixing with the sharp floral notes in the shop. “You’ll look perfect in anything, Kookie,” he murmured. His hand slipped around Jungkook’s waist, holding him just a little too close. “But if you want my honest opinion…” He tilted his head, lips grazing the shell of Jungkook’s ear. “…this one will make me lose my mind the moment I see you walk down the aisle.”

Jungkook shivered, heat spreading across his chest, and he pressed a hand to Taehyung’s chest instinctively. “Y-You… you always say that,” he whispered, trying to hide his racing heart.

Taehyung’s hand slid lower, fingers brushing the small of Jungkook’s back. “I can’t help it,” he said softly. “You’re mine, and I… I can’t stop noticing you.”

Jungkook’s knees almost gave out, and he laughed nervously, half-embarrassed, half-exhilarated. “Stop saying things like that! You’re making me… melt!”

“I want you to melt,” Taehyung replied, voice low and intimate, so close that Jungkook could feel the heat of his lips near his ear. “I want to see you soft for me. I want to see you… only me.”

Jungkook’s face flamed crimson. He could feel the words vibrating in his chest, the electricity of Taehyung’s presence wrapping around him. And yet, he let himself be led into a changing room, trusting, trembling, and thrilled.

Minutes later, Jungkook stepped out in the ivory gown, the soft layers hugging him perfectly, the lace tracing delicate patterns over his shoulders. He looked… unreal.

Taehyung’s jaw tightened, eyes darkening with something fierce and protective. He swallowed once, then gave a low, approving hum. “Kookie…” he breathed, taking in every detail. “You look… devastating.”