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's eyes darted around the road, her mind spinning with questions. The scenery outside had changed—the vibrant city fading behind them, replaced by long, empty roads flanked by dense trees.
The further they drove, the quieter it became.
Her hands unconsciously gripped the edge of her dress.
"Where exactly are we going?"
Taehyung remained silent for a beat, his fingers tightening slightly around the steering wheel. The only sound between them was the low hum of the engine and the faint rustle of wind through the open window.
Then, finally, he spoke.
"You'll see."
Jungkook exhaled sharply. "That's not an answer," she muttered, shifting in her seat. "You said 'the foundation of our life'—what does that even mean?"
His jaw tensed, his gaze fixed ahead. "It means..." he started, but trailed off, as if weighing his words carefully. Then, he glanced at her, his voice quieter this time. "It's something you deserve to know."
Something I deserve to know?
Jungkook's heartbeat stuttered, uneasy feeling settled in her stomach.
Her mind raced with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last.
Was this about their past?
About him?
About her?
Jungkook turned back toward the road, watching as they passed an old, rusted sign—one too faded to read properly. The trees grew denser, the sky a shade darker, as if they were driving toward something buried deep in time itself.
A thought crossed her mind then, one that made her fingers clench tighter over her dress.
The car slowed to a stop, its tires crunching against the damp, gravelly path. The air was heavily fogged with the aftermath of the rainstorm that had swept through.
Raindrops clung to the leaves of the towering trees, their dark silhouettes stretching into the sky like skeletal fingers.
Jungkook turned her head toward the window, squinting through the mist.
The blurred outline of something stood in the distance—a gate, old and rusted, its iron bars slightly ajar as if waiting for them. Beyond it, barely visible through the dense fog, was the faint, distorted image of a building.
It loomed in the distance, its darkened structure blending into the gloom of the overcast sky.
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