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"Taehyung, Promise your mother, that you will not marry Jeon Jungkook at any cost.
I accep...
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The soft rays of morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains.
Jungkook stirred under the duvet. Her lashes fluttered open slowly, revealing drowsy eyes that blinked a few times to adjust to the light. She rolled onto her back, her head sinking further into the pillow as she stretched her arms above her head with a lazy yawn.
Beside her, Taehyung lay still. There was a respectful distance between them, Taehyung's arm resting just far enough away to avoid accidental contact.
With a sleepy yawn, Jungkook rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms before shuffling toward the bathroom, her feet padding lightly on the cold floor.
Inside the bathroom, Jungkook moved on autopilot.
She reached for the toothbrush and toothpaste, fumbling slightly as her hands worked. Squeezing an uneven toothpaste onto the bristles, she popped the toothbrush into her mouth and began brushing, her pace languid and absentminded.
She leaned against the sink, staring at her own reflection with half-lidded eyes, barely registering her surroundings.
That was until something unusual caught her attention.
Jungkook frowned as her gaze dropped to her nightdress, where faint stains marred the fabric. Her brushing slowed, her sleepy brain working to make sense of the sight.
"Oh no..." Jungkook whispered, her face heating up with embarrassment. Dropping her toothbrush on the sink, she stepped back, lightly tugging the fabric of her dress for a closer look.
There was no mistaking it—those were period stains.
Jungkook groaned inwardly, her hands covering her face for a moment. "Not again," she muttered.
It was usual for her period to show up unannounced, catching her off guard like an unwanted guest. Still, it didn't make the situation any less awkward. She glanced at the closed bathroom door, biting her lip nervously.
Was there—oh, God—was there a stain on the bed too?
Her hands flew to her face, muffling a small whimper of embarrassment. She peeked down at the hem of her dress again, confirming what she already knew.
What if Mr Kim noticed? Would he say anything?
Jungkook shook her head quickly, trying to push the thought away. He's your husband. This is natural. Don't overthink it.
But despite her best efforts, the idea of Taehyung knowing—of him seeing—made her want to crawl into the nearest closet and disappear.
She let out a sigh, running a hand through her messy hair. "Get it together, Jungkook," she whispered to herself, her voice firm yet quiet.
