"So, Jungkook, what do you want as your first gift of marriage?", Taehyung asked.
"Will you give anything I ask for?", Jungkook asked peering into his newlywed husband's eyes.
"Of course, I will if I can", Taehyung said with a voice full of honesty...
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Let's step into the exciting journey of Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook as their story continues to unfold. 😇
Welcome to the next captivating chapter of their extraordinary tale. 💞
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The soft beep of the keycard scanner echoed through the quiet hallway as Taehyung slid the card and pushed the door open. Inside, silence greeted him. The living room lights were off, curtains drawn halfway—sunlight casting lazy shadows across the floor.
"Jungkook?" he called out, hopeful.
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No reply.
His brows furrowed. Jungkook should have been home. Classes ended by noon, and though he'd mentioned he might be late, it was already 6:00pm. Taehyung slipped off his shoes and walked further in, loosening the first button of his shirt. The silence grew heavier with every step.
He'd left the spare keycard with the university administration earlier and messaged Jungkook about it, too. Didn't he pick it up?
His stomach tightened with unease.
"I'll just call him," he said to himself, reaching for his phone—just as the doorbell rang.
Startled, Taehyung spun and hurried to the door, heart thudding with silent worry.
When he opened it, there he was.
Jungkook.
Disheveled.
His hair was tousled, as if he'd run his hands through it a hundred times. His shirt was wrinkled, and his backpack hung off one shoulder like it nearly slipped off. His eyes were shadowed, dull, distant.
Taehyung exhaled, relief washing over him quietly.
"You're here," he said softly, threading warmth through the stillness. A small smile tugged at his lips, "Come in, Jungkookie"
Jungkook walked past him wordlessly, his steps slow, heavy.
Taehyung closed the door gently behind them and watched Jungkook drop his bag near the couch and sink into it as if gravity had finally won.
"Where were you?" Taehyung asked, crouching before him. "You're late. You seem... tired."
