Taehyung, an orphan and mischievous young boy, fell in love at first sight with Jeon Jeongguk, promising that one day he would marry him.
Years later, Taehyung enrolls at Seoul National University, where his life intertwines with Jeongguk, a literat...
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The evening had settled over the Kim villa, casting a warm glow across the halls. Jisoo entered Taehyung’s room just as he finished freshening up.
"Here’s an outfit I picked for you. Please wear it," Jisoo said, handing him a bag. Taehyung nodded, grateful for her thoughtfulness.
A few moments later, Taehyung descended the stairs, clad in a striking red shirt. His hair was styled in soft curls, and delicate jewelry adorned his wrists and neck, giving him an effortlessly chic look. Just as he reached the bottom of the stairs, the doorbell rang. Before anyone could react, Taehyung darted toward the door, momentarily forgetting his usual elegance.
Seokjin and Jisoo, who were seated on the couch, exchanged bewildered glances at his sudden burst of energy.
Namjoon emerge from his study on the upper floor. His eyes widened as he watched Taehyung rush toward the door without a second thought. "Taehyung, you’ll hurt yourself!" Namjoon shouted from upper floor.
Taehyung opened the door, his breath catching as Jungkook stood before him, dressed in sleek black. The subtle glint of his earrings caught the light, but it was the bucket of vibrant red roses in his hand that drew Taehyung's attention.
"Hi," Taehyung greeted, his voice barely above a whisper, his teeth grazing his lower lip in a nervous habit.
Jungkook’s lips curled into a soft smile as he extended the flowers. "For you," he said simply, his tone so warm.
Taehyung’s fingers brushed against Jungkook’s as he accepted the bouquet. “Thank you,” he murmured, bringing the roses close to his face. Their fresh, intoxicating fragrance filled the air, grounding him in this quiet moment.
A beat passed, the unspoken thick between them, until Taehyung reached out and entwined his fingers with Jungkook’s. No hesitation, no second-guessing. The touch was tender, deliberate.
Jungkook followed as Taehyung led him inside, where his family waited. His gaze dropped to their joined hands, a quiet marvel at the boldness of Taehyung's gesture. The simple gesture felt like a bold declaration, one Taehyung was unafraid to make.
Jisoo, with a playful grin, teased, " I was the one who invited you, so I guess I deserve the flowers."
Taehyung didn’t bother hiding his feelings. His gaze remained soft, full of love and affection for Jungkook, and for the first time, he wasn’t trying to hide it from anyone. Not from himself.
“Well, I’m Jungkookie’s favorite,” Taehyung said with a bright smile, his words light but full of affection.
Seokjin raised an eyebrow, his surprise evident. His gaze shifted to their intertwined hands, a silent question passing through his mind. What had Jeon twins done to his kids, who turn to be head over heal for them?
