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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Taehyung sat on the couch, leaning back, one arm draped over the armrest while the other rested on his lap. His knuckles were raw and bloody, the result of his earlier outburst against the world—or perhaps himself. But the pain in his hands was nothing compared to the peace blooming in his heart as his gaze followed Jungkook.
Jungkook sat on the smaller couch, facing him. She held his injured hand and laid in her lap, her delicate fingers as she gently cleaned the dried blood and tended to his wounds. Her lips set in a pout that was both endearing and filled with reprimand, though her furrowed brows betrayed her anger.
Taehyung watched her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite the sting in his knuckles.
His pretty, angry wife.
Jungkook hadn't said much since she sat him down, but the way she handled his hand—firm but careful—spoke volumes. Her fingers moved dabbing antiseptic onto his wounds with a touch that made his chest ache.
"I don't even know where to start with you, Mr. Kim," Jungkook began, her voice sharp, each word laced with frustration. Her fingers tightened around his wrist, holding his injured hand firmly in place as she worked.
"Do you have any idea how reckless you've been? How insane?"
Taehyung sighed, leaning back against the couch, his free hand resting against his forehead as he peered at her from beneath damp lashes. "I wasn't thinking," he admitted. "I was just—"
"Exactly!" she snapped, cutting him off, her voice rising an octave. "You weren't thinking! Who punches the ground in anger? What did the poor earth do to you?"
Taehyung blinked, a slow smirk tugging at his lips despite the way his knuckles throbbed under Jungkook's less-than-gentle treatment. "It was there."
Jungkook's hands stilled for a split second before she let out an incredulous scoff.
"It was there," she mimicked, eyes flashing with irritation. "Oh, brilliant logic, Mr. Kim. I suppose if the sky was annoying you, you'd try to punch that too?"
"If I could reach it," he said with an easy grin.
Jungkook growled under her breath and pressed the antiseptic-soaked cotton harshly against a particularly deep cut.
"Ow—Jungkook!" Taehyung jolted, his entire body tensing at the sharp sting.
"Oh, now you feel pain?" she snapped, tightening her grip on his wrist when he tried to pull away. "Good. Maybe that'll teach you to think before you act next time."
Taehyung exhaled a long breath through his nose, watching the way her brows furrowed, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she continued tending to his wounds. Despite her harsh words, her hands were gentle, her fingers brushing over his skin with the kind of tenderness that made his chest tighten.
