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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Taehyung and Jungkook stepped out, fingers intertwined, a quiet bond visible in their clasped hands. Earlier, Taehyung had made it clear—he wanted to stay by Jungkook's side, and he'd told his family as much. He had called Jungkook his husband, a title that echoed in Jungkook's mind, doing things to his heart that even he couldn't quite understand.
Jungkook was usually a confident man. Beneath the surface, sure, insecurities lingered, stirred by years of others' judgments. But in so many ways, he was confident—when he was a traveler, moving through unfamiliar landscapes; when he was a photographer, capturing the world through his lens; when he was a mountain climber, conquering towering peaks; and even in his role as CEO, making decisions with steady conviction. He was strong for his family, goofing around to lift their spirits. He even took pride in helping Eunwoo with complex cases, offering his insights whenever he could.
But Taehyung... Taehyung made him feel something else entirely. A numbness, but not the kind that dragged him down. No, this was something different—a softness that settled in, leaving him quiet, breathless.
Taehyung's gentle touches in front of his family, his heartfelt confession of love, the quiet pride in his voice as he revealed their relationship, and then his simple, unwavering wish to stay together—it all left Jungkook speechless.
"Oh my god, Jungkook, you have a bike!" Taehyung squeaked, his eyes lighting up as he took in the sleek motorcycle parked in front of them. Jungkook had arrived on it, the midnight black machine gleaming under the streetlights.
"I've always wanted to ride on a bike," Taehyung murmured, his gaze flicking between the bike and Jungkook. But when he looked up, he noticed Jungkook was oddly quiet, his usual chatter replaced by a silence that felt raw. Taehyung could feel it in the air, in the way Jungkook's gaze seemed distant, as if lost in thoughts he couldn't quite share.
Without a word, Jungkook slipped off his leather jacket and gently draped it over Taehyung's shoulders, his hands lingering for a moment as he adjusted it around Taehyung's red sleeved shirt, securing it with careful, almost protective motions.
Taehyung tilted his head, eyebrows knitting in concern. "Your shirt is half sleeveless; you'll get cold," he protested softly, feeling the warmth of Jungkook's jacket already spreading through him.
"I'll be fine," Jungkook mumbled, reaching out to pat Taehyung's head with a small, fond smile. But even that felt different tonight. Something was off, and Taehyung could sense it, the way Jungkook's hand lingered a moment longer, his expression distant.
"I want to go somewhere... will you take me?" Taehyung's voice was soft, almost hesitant as he looked at Jungkook.
Jungkook glanced at him, a question already forming, but Taehyung continued, his voice barely a murmur. "I want to go to the church. The church where we said our vows."
