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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Jungkook sat in her cabin, air conditioning filling the silent room except for keyboard keys. Her desk was perfectly aligned with documents and a cup of steaming coffee was placed to the side.
She was the picture of professionalism—or at least she was supposed to be.
Her fingers hovered over her keyboard to continue typing her report, but her mind was a million miles away. It started with a simple flash—a memory of Taehyung's hand brushing a strand of hair behind her ear last night. His touch had been so light that it sent shivers down her spine even now.
Her cheeks flushed instantly. "Focus, Jungkook," she whispered, shaking her head and glaring at the screen as if it were the culprit.
But the memory refused to be ignored. It wasn't just how his fingers had lingered against her skin; it was how he had looked at her like she was the most precious thing in his world.
That gaze—it had melted her completely.
Her fingers hesitated on the keyboard, her mind betraying her as snippets of last night's intimacy crept into her consciousness. Taehyung's deep, velvety voice replayed in her memory. A shiver ran down her spine, and a blush crept up her neck, blooming across her cheeks.
Jungkook tried to refocus on the screen, scrolling through the report she was supposed to review, but the task quickly lost its significance as another image surfaced—Taehyung's stupidly handsome smirk as he leaned closer, his gaze filled with a tenderness that made her heart race.
The report? Forgotten.
Why does he have to be so perfect? Jungkook wondered, her mind filling with every little detail about him.
Her heart fluttered uncontrollably at the thought. "Ugh, stop it," she muttered, burying her face in her hands. She felt like a lovesick teenager, giggling and blushing over every little thing.
But it was useless.
The more she tried to stop, the more her mind replayed the way his lips had brushed against hers—soft at first, then growing more insistent, more consuming. She leaned back in her chair, her hands falling to her lap as she stared at the ceiling, a dreamy smile tugging at her lips.
"Get a grip," Jungkook told herself, though the blush on her cheeks said otherwise. She spun her chair slightly, fidgeting with a pen as she continued to daydream.
How can someone be so unfairly attractive and sweet at the same time?
Jungkook's gaze wandered from the glowing screen in front of her to her wrist, where a delicate bracelet gleamed under the office light. The dainty chain shimmered faintly, adorned with tiny flower charms that swayed gently with every movement of her hand. She let her fingers drift over the cool metal, tracing the intricate designs.
