𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 t𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 ||T.K||

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The newlywed couple reached their room, and Jungkook was struck by the royal elegance of the mansion's interior, each detail crafted to perfection. Her large, doe-like eyes widened with wonder, glimmering in the warm lights as she took in the beauty around her. Taehyung, quietly admiring how her gaze sparkled with curiosity, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he watched her.

Gently opening the door, Taehyung led her inside, and immediately, Jungkook caught a familiar, comforting scent filling the space—it was Taehyung's cologne, the same warm, inviting fragrance he wore now. It made her feel both nervous and strangely at ease, grounding her in this new, unfamiliar space. Taehyung carefully placed Jungkook on the king-size bed, ensuring she was comfortable as she settled into the plush comfort. As she balanced herself on the bed, her mind raced, and her aunt's words echoed in her head like a relentless tape recorder, filling her with dread.

Gulping nervously, she glanced at Taehyung, who was locking the door, his demeanor calm and cheerful. When he turned to her with a warm smile, Jungkook felt a wave of conflicting emotions. Instinctively, she brought her knees closer to her chest and lowered her gaze, embodying a sense of submission as she looked down.

Taehyung walked toward her, his eyes bright with a playful glint, and settled down on the bed in front of her with a boyish grin. Jungkook's grip on her knees tightened, and she swallowed nervously.

"Alright, sweetheart, are you comfortable?" he asked, his tone light as he tried to reassure his little bride, who looked as though she wished she could disappear. Startled, Jungkook immediately nodded, even though comfort was the last thing she felt. She bit her lower lip, pressing hard enough to almost bruise it. Taehyung noticed her nervousness, and with a soft sigh, he shifted to give her more space.

"Are you really comfortable?" he asked again, his voice gentle. Jungkook nodded once more, but Taehyung wasn't convinced. He raised his hand, and Jungkook flinched, squeezing her eyes shut as she prepared herself. But instead of harshness, she felt a soft, warm touch on her cheek. Startled, she slowly opened her eyes, meeting Taehyung's gaze. His expression was serious for a moment, but it quickly softened into a bright smile.

"To get comfortable with each other, let's start with an introduction, hmm?" he suggested, his deep voice gentle and soothing. Jungkook nodded yet again, and Taehyung chuckled, finding her nodding habit endearingly innocent.

"I'm Kim Taehyung, as you know—your handsome husband," he said with a playful smirk, "and I'm twenty-six years old. Now, your turn." His exaggerated introduction earned him a small, shy smile from her cherry-pink lips, and he felt a rush of pride at seeing her relax, even just a little.

Jungkook nodded, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper. "I am Jeo— "Uh-uh, Kim..."Before she could finish, Taehyung interrupted with a playful smirk. Jungkook's eyes widened as she realized her mistake. Panic flashed across her face, and she quickly stammered, "I-I'm s-sorry, really sorry! I'll remember next time..." Fear tightened her chest as she worried he might be upset or even angry with her for slipping up.

Seeing her distress, Taehyung immediately leaned closer and gently took her in his arms, cradling her softly. He placed a warm palm around the back of her neck, his thumb soothingly brushing her skin as he whispered in her ear, "Shh... It's okay, baby. I'm not upset. You didn't do anything wrong."

His voice was calm and reassuring, melting away her tension bit by bit. Jungkook felt her fears begin to ease as she sank into the comfort of his embrace, his gentle words softening the panic that had gripped her heart.

Taehyung held Jungkook close, gazing down at her with a smile. "All good now, my little birdie?" he asked softly, his deep voice rumbling as her breath brushed his neck. Jungkook, nestled comfortably in his arms, blinked at his words and quickly pulled away, flustered.

Missing her warmth, Taehyung let out a playful, dramatic whine. "Aw, don't leave me hanging!" he pouted, pulling a face that caught Jungkook off guard. She looked at him, completely wide-eyed and amused, as he rubbed his neck with an awkward smile.

Determined to keep her attention, he cleared his throat and said, "Go on, little wifey, don't be shy." Watching her cheeks turn pink at the nickname, Taehyung's heart warmed as she shyly nodded. "I... I am K-Kim Jungkook and I am eighteen y-years old," she stammered, her voice so soft it melted him.

Taehyung's eyes widened as if struck, and he clasped a hand over his heart with a gasp. Without warning, he threw himself back onto the bed dramatically, clutching his chest as if he'd been hit. "Oh! Such sweetness! My heart can't take it!" he exclaimed, pretending to faint while sneaking a glance to gauge her reaction.

Then, in a sly move, he shifted himself so that his head rested on her lap, looking up at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What have you done to me, my heart-stealing wife?" he groaned theatrically, eyes twinkling.

To his surprise, instead of shying away, Jungkook's melodious laugh filled the room. She covered her mouth, but her giggles bubbled over, her innocence radiating with each laugh. Taehyung, his dramatic act forgotten, lay still, mesmerized by the sight and sound of her laughter. His hand moved to his heart once again, but this time he wasn't acting—he was completely captivated.

"So beautifully mesmerizing," Taehyung murmured, eyes full of admiration as he gazed at Jungkook. She immediately hid her face behind her hands, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Taehyung chuckled and gently grasped her wrists, pulling her hands away to reveal her blushing face. Jungkook squeezed her eyes shut, flustered beyond words.

Seeing her discomfort, Taehyung softened. "Do you want to change? That gown looks a bit uncomfortable," he suggested, smiling warmly. Jungkook opened her eyes, surprised at his thoughtfulness, and nodded shyly, a small smile breaking through her blush.

But before she could stand, Taehyung effortlessly scooped her up in his arms once again. Jungkook gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck as he announced, "Your peasant is at your service, ma'am," with a playful grin, carrying her toward the closet.

As they approached, Taehyung started talking animatedly. "My mom was over the moon after meeting you. She practically bought out the entire mall for you! She kept saying, 'My son's bride will look perfect in this, and that,'" he chuckled as he lowered her gently to her feet in front of the closet.

Jungkook glanced up at him, eyes wide and soft, clutching his arm for balance as she took in the enormous walk-in closet. Rows of beautiful outfits filled the space, organized and brightly lit, with everything carefully chosen just for her. She could feel the warmth in every detail, every item was the love and excitement Taehyung's family already had for her. Her heart swelled with emotions she could hardly name, feeling both overwhelmed and deeply loved.

That night felt like a dream for Jungkook, who had never known such warmth and care before. She and Taehyung sat together, talking well into the night, sharing stories and laughing as though they'd known each other forever. Jungkook felt herself opening up little by little, her heart fluttering with each gentle smile Taehyung offered.

For the first time in her life, she felt truly seen and heard. She realized she had a husband who didn't just tolerate her but genuinely cared for her, making her feel safe and valued. Wrapped in the cosy glow of their conversation and the warmth of Taehyung's presence, the night seemed like the start of a beautiful new chapter.