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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The morning was soft, golden light filtering through the windows of Kim Manor.
It was a pretty, pretty morning, befitting the beauty that moved within it.
Jungkook stood near the dresser, fingers carefully adjusting the fabric of her dress, smoothing out the folds that cascaded over her frame. The deep red hue complemented her complexion, making her look like something out of a dream—warm, glowing, utterly breathtaking. The scent of her floral perfume still remained in the air, mixing with the freshness of her post-shower glow.
She twisted slightly, reaching for her earrings. But despite her focus on perfecting her look, her gaze had a tendency to stray—to the man still sprawled across the bed.
Taehyung lay on his back, one arm resting over his forehead, the other draped lazily by his side. The early sunlight traced along his jawline, highlighting the smooth curve of his cheekbones, the relaxed part of his lips.
His shirt had ridden up slightly, exposing a fraction of his toned abdomen, rising and falling with each slow breath. He looked devastatingly handsome even in sleep, his dark lashes casting faint shadows on his skin.
Her hands instinctively clutched the fabric of her dress as she just stood there, shamelessly drinking in the sight before her.
Why did he have to look so... edible first thing in the morning?
Jungkook chewed on her lower lip, shifting from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the way her heart picked up speed. It was one thing to acknowledge that her husband was handsome, but it was another thing entirely to feel like a complete fool just staring at him while he slept.
Jungkook huffed, shaking herself out of whatever daze she had fallen into. But as she took a step closer, a mischievous glint sparked in her eyes.
A slow smirk curled on her lips.
Why wake him up the normal way when she could have some fun?
Jungkook tiptoed towards the bed, careful not to make a sound. She sat down beside him, one hand resting lightly on his chest while the other reached up to gather her damp hair. For a moment, she just watched—his face so relaxed, so utterly unaware of the trouble looming over him.
Then, slowly, she leaned in closer. Her long strands swayed, her perfume wrapping around them both as she hovered just above him.
"Taehyung," jungkook whispered, her voice saccharine.
