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 Day
The soft glow of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains, painting the room in muted golds and creams.
Jungkook stirred first, her lashes fluttering as consciousness pulled her from the depths of sleep. Her body felt unusually warm, cocooned in the heavy duvet, and for a moment, she relished the comfort. But then—she felt it.
A presence.
Her sleepy gaze flickered to the side, her breath hitching as she found herself face-to-face with Taehyung.
He lay there on his side, his dark hair tousled, lips slightly parted as he breathed. His long lashes formed soft shadows over his cheekbones and the sight was so disarmingly peaceful that Jungkook momentarily forgot how to be annoyed at his existence.
But then she noticed something else.
The pillows—her sacred barricade—had been breached.
One of them had fallen to the floor, leaving an open space between them. And Taehyung, in all his unfairly handsome, sleepy glory, was too close. Close enough that if she moved even an inch, their hands might brush.
Jungkook's breath caught in her throat.
No touching.
The curse.
Taehyung stirred then, his brows knitting together slightly before his eyes slowly opened. Sleepy charcoal met wide, startled ones, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other.
Then—
"Why are you staring at me?" Taehyung's voice was a husky morning rasp, filled with drowsy delight.
Jungkook's eyes widened, and she instantly scooted back, almost toppling off the edge of the bed. "I wasn't staring! You were in my space!"
Taehyung blinking away the last remnants of sleep. He lifted a brow, his voice laced with laziness. "My space? This is our bed, Mrs. Kim."
Jungkook huffed, gripping the blanket tighter. "Then stay on your side of it!"
He exhaled a soft chuckle and stretched, the movement causing his fingers to brush the empty space between them—dangerously close but not quite touching. Jungkook's breath hitched.
Taehyung noticed. His smirk deepened. "You're acting like I'm some kind of danger to you."
Jungkook shot him a glare, though the pink dusting her cheeks ruined the effect. "You are a danger. One wrong move, and poof—we suffer the consequences."
Taehyung let out a hum, clearly enjoying her flustered state far too much. Soft golden light filtered through the curtains. The world outside was just beginning to stir, but inside, in the soft bubble of their bedroom, time seemed to move slower.
