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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Without a word, Taehyung shifted beside her, his arm wrapping around her gently, pulling her into his chest. Jungkook sank into his embrace, her exhaustion catching up with her as she let herself be enveloped in his presence. Taehyung held her, his hand running through her hair in slow strokes.
Jungkook looked more beautiful than ever.
The soft strands of her hair framed her flushed face perfectly. Falling in loose waves around her shoulders, they added an untamed elegance to her already breathtaking features. Her crumpled dress clung to her body in the most delicate way.
The faint blush on her cheeks only added to the picture—making her look like a vision of shy beauty. The hem of her dress had risen higher than she realized and Jungkook shyly tugged it down, her fingers trembling as she tried to restore modesty to her appearance. Jungkook's hand lowered as she corrected her flowy dress.
In her attempt to fix the hem, her dainty fingers brushed against the buckle of Taehyung's belt. Her hand continued to move, unaware of the path it was taking, until her fingers met something hard.
The unexpected contact made Jungkook froze. Her eyes widened as she realized what she had just touched. Even through the light touch, she could feel the hardness and her cheeks flushed a deep crimson that spread down her neck.
Jungkook quickly pulled her hand back, but the damage had already been done.
Taehyung's gaze darkened, his body stiffening as he watched her reaction. Jungkook bit her lip, her face burning with the most innocent kind of shame.
His dark eyes flicked down to hers though he held back, his self-control teetering on the edge. Jungkook's lashes fluttered, her gaze darting away in embarrassment as her blush deepened further.
Taehyung's jaw tightened, his breath catching for a split second as Jungkook's innocent touch brushed against his belt. His eyes darkened as he watched her reaction—her wide eyes, her breath hitching, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
Jungkook swallowed hard, her gaze hesitantly flickering back to him.
He closed the distance between them, his large frame towering over her. His hand reached out, capturing her wrist gently. Slowly, his thumb brushing against the delicate skin of her wrist.
"Be careful, Mrs Kim," Taehyung's voice was low, rough, like velvet wrapped around steel. He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear as he spoke, sending a shiver down her spine.
"A mistake like that..." He paused, his lips just barely grazing her earlobe as his voice dropped even lower. "...could be dangerous."
Jungkook's heart hammered in her chest. She felt herself freeze, caught in his gaze but his grip on her wrist didn't relent.
