SORRY GUYS FOR LATE UPDATE, I WAS LITTLE ILL BUT DON'T WORRY I'M ALRIGHT NOW , HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER 💗💗
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“Bogum,” Jungkook whispered, eyes wide.
Bogum's fingers tenderly cupped his cheeks, his touch soft—too soft—as if Jungkook might disappear if he held too tight.
“Kookie,” Bogum murmured, voice laced with longing, “I missed you, baby.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened even more, and in a rush of confusion and unease, he quickly pulled out of Bogum’s grasp. “B–baby?” he stammered. “What do you mean? Why are you touching me?”
Bogum’s warm smile faltered, slipping into something more fragile—almost broken. He looked down briefly, then up at Jungkook with a melancholic glint in his eyes. “Ah… right. I’m sorry,” he said with a bitter chuckle, “I forgot.”
Jungkook frowned, his brows pulling together. “Forgot what?”
Bogum’s lips curved into a wistful smile. “I’m such an idiot,” he said softly. “I must’ve startled you. Right, Kookie?”
Jungkook didn’t respond. His mind was trying to wrap itself around Bogum’s strange behavior—so familiar, yet completely out of place.
“I’m just glad,” Bogum continued, voice barely above a whisper, “that at least you remember my name.” He sighed, the pain in his tone unmissable. “But still… I hope you remember the things that matter. I’m really sorry for touching you like that—I just…” He bit his lip and looked away. “I couldn’t stop my heart after seeing you. Not after all these months.”
Jungkook’s mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. The way Bogum looked at him—like something precious had been lost—left him silent, unsure of what was truth and what was an act.
“Anyway,” Bogum added gently, “I hope Taehyung takes good care of you.” He stepped back, nodded once, and walked away slowly, disappearing into the crowd.
Jungkook stood frozen, watching him leave. His chest felt tight. Not because he believed Bogum—but because the sadness in his eyes had felt real. Too real.
Before he could think deeper, he felt a warm arm wrap around his waist.
“Bun,” Taehyung’s low voice whispered beside his ear before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “you okay?”
Jungkook blinked and turned to him, startled for a second. He quickly smiled and nodded. “Yeah… I’m okay.”
But he wasn’t. Not really.
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Later, inside the car, the city lights flickered past the window, casting shifting shadows over Jungkook’s face. He remained quiet, leaning his head against the window, fingers fiddling with the hem of his sleeve.
Taehyung glanced at him several times as he drove. Finally, his hand reached over and rested gently on Jungkook’s thigh, caressing in slow circles. “Bun,” he said softly, “what’s the matter? You’ve been distant.”
Jungkook kept his gaze outside. “I’m just tired,” he mumbled.
Taehyung didn’t press. Not at first. But his hand stayed on Jungkook, grounding him.
After a stretch of silence, Jungkook finally spoke.
“Taehyung…”
“Hmm?”
Jungkook hesitated, then let out a slow sigh. “I think I saw Bogum at the event.”
The grip on his thigh subtly tightened.
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MY WIFE
Romance* A beggar who got married to a mafia, who was also his high school best friend. the beggar aka jungkook was his second wife, the mafia was so dangerous , ruthless and cold , he had never shown any love to other . Will he change after his bunny en...
