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The room smelled like sandalwood and musk, the dim golden light of candles flickering near the window.
Outside, the city hummed with life, but inside, everything was still. Taehyung sat on the silk-draped bed, fingers twisting into the edge of his cotton frock, his heart unsteady.
The envelope with the internship details lay beside him, untouched since he had come home. A year. One whole year. Away from his hyungie.
The clock struck eleven.
And then...footsteps.
Heavy......His.
The door opened, and Jeongguk stepped in.
Dressed in a crisp black suit, blazer resting on his arms, the first two shirt buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, he was the very picture of restrained power.
The scent of oud clung to him, deep and intoxicating, mixing with the faint traces of smoke from the candle incense.
His eyes, dark as the night sky, found Taehyung’s immediately.
And in them, Taehyung saw it...love so fierce, so absolute, it made his breath falter.
Jeongguk closed the door, slipping off his shoes with practiced ease. His movements were slow, measured. He never hurried. Not in business. Not in life. Not in love. Maybe that's why he's holding onto everything precisely.
He walked toward Taehyung, stopping only when their knees touched.
“You didn’t call me today.” His voice was deep, quiet, but Taehyung knew......knew the weight of those words, the silent complaint hidden within them.
Taehyung lowered his gaze. “I was… thinking.”
Jeongguk didn’t ask. Instead, he reached out, fingers tracing the fingers of Taehyung where the ring rested. A quiet act of possession. A reminder.
Taehyung shivered.
Jeongguk’s hand slipped to his chin, tilting it up. “Look at me.”
And when Taehyung obeyed, Jeongguk’s gaze softened, just a fraction. “What happened?”
The lump in Taehyung’s throat thickened. “I got the internship.”
Jeongguk’s thumb stilled against his jaw. He smiled... “That’s good,” he murmured.
“This was your dream, wasn’t it?”
Taehyung let out a shuddering breath. “I have to go to Italy.”
Silence.
The air between them grew heavy, thick with something unspoken. The candle’s flame flickered wildly in the corner.
Jeongguk didn’t move. He didn’t react.
But Taehyung felt it...felt the subtle tightening of his fingers, the way his hold became just a little firmer.
Then, a whisper.
“For how many months?”
Taehyung’s lips trembled. “One year.”
Jeongguk inhaled sharply, his fingers tracing up Taehyung’s throat, resting over his pulse.
His touch was warm, commanding, yet unbearably gentle.
“One year…” he repeated, almost to himself. His jaw clenched, but his voice remained calm. “That’s a long time.”
Taehyung swallowed, his hands gripping Jeongguk’s wrist. “I can’t go, hyung.”
His voice cracked, his desperation slipping through. “How will I live without you?”
Jeongguk closed his eyes for a second, a long breath escaping his lips. When he opened them again, they burned with something deep, something raw.
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SWEETHEART
Romantik"I promise you, sweetheart. In this fucked up world of ours, we're meant for each other. Always have been, and always will be." Kim Taehyung ~ The Replaced Bride Of Jeon Jeongguk. A marriage saga.
