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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⚠️ WARNING
Before you dive into this chapter, make sure you're prepared.
Grab a pillow to scream into, a fan to cool off and maybe a glass of water to quench that thirst because things are about to get spicy.
You've been warned. 😉 Ready or not, enjoy the ride!
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Night had descended, casting shadows across the room, and Taehyung lay there, staring at the ceiling, mind alert despite the late hour. He could feel his wife's body beside him, and under normal circumstances, that would have been enough to ease him into sleep.
But tonight, it wasn't.
Tonight, Kim Taehyung, cold and stoic CEO, faced an unexpected rival—the soft, plump, smugly adorable Mr Bunny plushie nestled in his wife's arms. The man would never have guessed that he'd one day be glaring at a stuffed bunny.
A mere toy! Yet, here it was, cradled in Jungkook's arms, her fingers curled around the bunny, holding it close, her cheek pressed against its furry little head. A slight pout graced her lips making her look so blissful Taehyung almost softened at the sight.
Almost.
Jungkook had lovingly named it Mr. Bunny, and it had, in one night, taken his position—right next to her, basking in her warmth. His gaze shifted from the toy to her, her delicate lashes fluttering as she dreamt, her arms clinging to the stuffed bunny.
With a slow sigh, he shifted closer, testing the waters by draping an arm around her waist. Her warmth beckoned him, soothing the subtle ache he hadn't realized was there. It felt right to hold her like this, to settle into that simple comfort.
Yet, the stubborn Mr Bunny wedged between them presented an unusual challenge: despite his wife being just an arm's length away, she was completely absorbed in her plushie.
Taehyung stared at the toy with a slight squint, wondering if he could subtly scoot it away. This isn't about the bunny, he reminded himself, feeling a bit silly. It's just... about the principle.
With all the gentleness of a man accustomed to delicate deals, Taehyung lightly nudged the toy, fingers brushing the plush fabric as he attempted to guide it away without disturbing her. Mr. Bunny barely budged, clutched tightly in Jungkook's arms, as if its very life depended on it.
Taehyung exhaled, feeling an unexpected jab of frustration. His gaze moved from the bunny back to her, and there it was—that soft smile, the look of pure contentment gracing her sleeping face.
How a mere toy could secure his wife's affections so easily? His heart gave a little tug as he watched her, feeling oddly petulant.
