The next three days passed in a whirlwind of joy, laughter, and moments that were uniquely theirs. The mansion buzzed with preparations, the excitement of the upcoming wedding settling in like an unshakable warmth. Jungkook, being the relentless brat he was, found himself at the receiving end of Taehyung’s firm hand more often than not—whether it was for teasing the elders a little too much, refusing to bow properly, or just being his usual, mischievous self.
Each time Taehyung would smack him, Jungkook would yelp dramatically, rubbing the reddened spot with an exaggerated pout, only for Taehyung to pull him close at night, caressing his back with a tenderness that melted all his bratty resistance. Jungkook loved that—loved how, after a long day of teasing and punishment, Taehyung's hands would soothe every ache, his lips whispering soft reassurances against his skin. He'd grumble about the unfairness of it all, but deep down, he reveled in the attention.
The excitement of the wedding was at its peak, and with it came Jungkook's latest idea.
"I'm going live," Jungkook announced one evening, his phone in hand, determination set in his big, sparkling eyes. "And you are coming live with me!" He turned to Taehyung, a grin stretching across his face as if the decision was final.
Taehyung, seated at his desk with his laptop open, barely lifted his gaze. "No, baby," he said, voice smooth but firm. "I have a client to look after. Let me finish my work, hmm?"
Jungkook pouted instantly, flopping onto the couch dramatically. "But hyung! My fans will love to see you! And it’s just a small live—just for fun!" His legs kicked slightly in protest. "They want to know about my husband-to-be!"
Taehyung sighed, rubbing his temple as he glanced at Jungkook, who was now sitting up, eyes wide and pleading. His brat was impossible sometimes—no, all the time. He knew he was weak for those big eyes, that quivering lower lip Jungkook so expertly weaponized against him.
"Baby," Taehyung started, shifting his attention back to his screen, "I promise I'll do one with you after the wedding, okay? But right now, I need to work." His tone was final, but Jungkook was far from giving up.
The younger huffed, crossing his arms. "You never have time for me anymore!" he accused, his lips jutting out. "First, it's 'Jungkook, stop annoying the elders.' Then, it's 'Jungkook, stop running in the halls.' And now it's 'Jungkook, I need to work!' What is this, Dr. Kim?! Do I even matter to you anymore?!"
Taehyung exhaled, finally pushing his chair back, turning fully to face Jungkook. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes held a flicker of amusement beneath their usual sharpness.
"Do you really think that, brat?" Taehyung asked, voice low, gaze pinning Jungkook in place.
Jungkook swallowed. He knew that tone.
"Y-Yes," he muttered, though it sounded less convincing now.
Taehyung smirked, leaning forward slightly. "Okay, then. Come here."
Jungkook blinked. "Huh?"
"Come here, brat," Taehyung repeated, patting his lap.
Jungkook's eyes widened. "Wh-What?! No! I was just saying—"
"You were just saying I don’t care about you anymore, so come here," Taehyung said, voice as smooth as ever but with an edge that made Jungkook’s skin prickle. "Since you want my attention so badly, I'll give it to you."
Jungkook’s face flushed. "I—I changed my mind!"
But Taehyung raised an eyebrow, challenging him. "Now you changed your mind?" He leaned back in his chair, arms crossing. "Now that I’m actually paying attention to you?"
