A lie

part 20

Hlo guys, y'all have waited soo long, but as I told you all, I'd been stucked in some circumstances that I couldn't update, so after a long time I'm here with my not so interesting story..

Even though I'm rushing here, please adjust (🥺)

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It has been two weeks, fourteen days of Mr.Bodygurad taehyung on duty to protect his imaginary boyfriend.

It was a crisp autumn afternoon when Jungkook decided to go shopping. Taehyung followed him to an upscale district known for its designer boutiques and exclusive stores. Jungkook, dressed casually in a beige trench coat and black turtleneck, looked effortlessly chic. Taehyung’s sharp eyes were focused solely on him, scanning the surroundings for any potential threat.

Jungkook’s excitement was palpable as he entered a high-end store filled with racks of neatly arranged clothes. Taehyung trailed behind, keeping a respectful distance but never letting Jungkook out of his sight. He watched as Jungkook moved through the store, his fingers brushing against fabrics and his eyes lighting up at certain pieces.

Taehyung couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly Jungkook carried himself. There was something mesmerizing about the way he smiled when he found something he liked, or how he tilted his head slightly as he considered a choice. Jungkook’s joy was infectious, and Taehyung found himself smiling subtly, even though he tried to maintain a stoic demeanor.

“What do you think of this?” Jungkook suddenly asked, holding up a black leather jacket. His voice broke through Taehyung’s thoughts, and he realized Jungkook was looking directly at him.

“It suits you,” Taehyung replied, his tone professional but warm. Inside, his heart raced. He hadn’t expected Jungkook to seek his opinion.

Jungkook grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You think so? I’ll try it on.”

As Jungkook disappeared into the fitting room, Taehyung’s gaze lingered on the door. He felt a mix of pride and protectiveness, knowing that he was trusted with Jungkook’s safety. He had always admired Jungkook’s talent and work ethic, but moments like these reminded him of Jungkook’s warmth and genuine personality. It was impossible not to be captivated.

When Jungkook emerged wearing the jacket, Taehyung’s breath caught. The jacket fit him perfectly, his fragile body, and his curves peeking through it. Jungkook turned to the mirror, inspecting his reflection with a satisfied smile.

“Looks great,” Taehyung said, his voice steady despite the fluttering in his chest.

“Thanks,” Jungkook replied, glancing at him through the mirror. “You’ve got good taste, Taehyung.”

The casual praise made Taehyung’s ears burn, but he quickly masked his reaction. “Just doing my job, sir.”

Jungkook turned around his arms crossing his chest while glaring at taehyung, who got confused, "how many time I told you not to be too formal with me, huh?"

Taehung's eyes widened "i-im sorry si- I mean sorry j-jungkook."

Jungkook nodded satisfied and went to changing room once again.

Taehyung’s gaze softened. He followed Jungkook as he continued shopping, offering opinions when asked and silently admiring the way Jungkook’s eyes lit up with each new find. He felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for being by Jungkook’s side, not just as his protector but as someone Jungkook trusted.

Walking beside Jungkook, Taehyung couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of fulfillment. Protecting Jungkook wasn’t just a job—it was an honor, and moments like these made it all worthwhile.