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2

Taehyung hummed to himself softly as he moved around the dining table, placing plates and arranging utensils just so. The soft morning light poured through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. He’d spent the past half hour making breakfast, a habit he’d taken on since they got married—Jungkook never missed a chance to praise his cooking, and Taehyung secretly loved the routine of it.

Hearing footsteps approaching, he glanced up with a warm smile as Jungkook entered. "You're on time," Taehyung said, nodding towards the spread he’d laid out. "Breakfast is almost ready."

Jungkook’s eyes darted away, a nervous look flickering across his face. Before Taehyung could ask about it, another figure entered the room. A stranger to him, but clearly not to Jungkook. He was petite, with a gentle friendly smile.

“Good morning!” the stranger greeted cheerily, stepping forward as if this was the most natural thing in the world. “I’m Jimin. I guess I’m a little early, huh?”

Taehyung froze, his smile fading as he tried to process what was happening. He looked at Jungkook, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Uh… Jungkook?” he asked, his voice unusually quiet. “Who exactly is this?”

Jungkook scratched the back of his neck, looking more uncomfortable by the second. “Ah, well, you see…” He trailed off, casting a helpless glance towards Jimin.

Taking the hint, Jimin offered a disarming smile. “I’m Jungkook’s….husband.” His words hung in the air, and the room went completely silent.

Taehyung blinked, processing the words in stunned disbelief. "I'm sorry," he said slowly, his voice laced with a dangerous calm. "Your what?"
His eyes snapped to Jungkook, narrowing. “Jungkook, is this some kind of joke? Because I am not laughing.”

Jungkook raised his hands in a calming gesture. “Taehyung, I can explain. It’s just… complicated.”

“Oh, I’ll bet it’s complicated!” Taehyung’s voice was icy. “I’ve been making you breakfast every morning and you’ve been… sneaking off to marry someone else?”

Jimin stepped in, his tone more defensive. “To be fair, it’s not like you had a monopoly on Jungkook’s love, you know.”

Taehyung’s mouth dropped open, and he turned to Jimin with an incredulous glare. “Excuse me? I didn’t have a monopoly on my husband’s love? Last I checked, I was the only one putting in the effort around here!”

Jimin smirked. “Oh, you think making toast every morning is ‘putting in effort’? That’s cute. While you were buttering his bread, I was the one actually keeping him entertained.”

Jungkook, looking utterly helpless, opened his mouth to intervene, but Taehyung held up a hand, silencing him with a glare. “Jungkook, don’t. You’ve clearly done enough,” he muttered, then turned back to Jimin.

“Entertained? Is that what you think you’re doing?” Taehyung asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “All I see is some guy crashing in here, announcing he’s married to my husband, and expecting us to play house together.”

Jimin crossed his arms, unfazed. “Well, maybe I would’ve felt more welcome if someone hadn’t been trying so hard to act like he owns Jungkook. Guess what? He has two husbands now, not just one.”

Jungkook gave a small, desperate cough, trying to defuse the situation. “Um… could we maybe all sit down and talk this out—”

Both Taehyung and Jimin shot him a look that shut him up instantly.

“Sit down? Oh, I’ll sit down when you explain to me why you thought it was a good idea to have a secret wedding and bring him here without even giving me a heads-up,” Taehyung hissed, eyes locked on Jungkook.