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After another round—maybe even two—Taehyung tenderly helped Jungkook bathe, his touch gentle as he washed away every trace of their passion. The water was warm, the silence between them filled only with soft hums and small giggles. After drying him off, Taehyung dressed Jungkook in a clean, comfy set of clothes before heading to the drawers to get his own outfit—it was almost time for him to leave.
Jungkook sat cross-legged on the bed, his hair still slightly damp, lips forming a small pout as he mumbled, “I’m already starting to miss you.”
Taehyung chuckled without turning, pulling out a crisp shirt. “You’re pouting again.”
Jungkook sighed and leaned back, but the moment his gaze fell on Taehyung’s bare back, he blushed crimson. Faint red lines and nail marks crisscrossed the sculpted skin—reminders of how intense the morning had been.
Taehyung turned around, catching Jungkook staring. “I promise I’ll try to return early.”
Jungkook quickly turned his face to the side to hide his blush. But Taehyung wasn’t about to let it slide.
“What?” Taehyung teased, walking over. He leaned close, voice lowering, “Are you…blushing? Or— sulking ”
Jungkook shook his head furiously and covered his face with both palms.
“What’s the matter?” Taehyung laughed softly and gently pulled Jungkook’s hands away.
Jungkook peeked at him with wide, doe eyes, cheeks still flushed. “Does it hurt?”
Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”
“Your back…” Jungkook bit his lip nervously. “It looks painful…”
A smirk tugged at Taehyung’s lips. “It was—but you were so into it, I didn’t want to stop you.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “I–I’m sorry, Tae… You should’ve told me…”
Taehyung smiled and cupped his cheeks. “Don’t be sorry, Bun. I was teasing. Even if it stung a little, I liked it. It’s like you left beautiful love marks on me.” He leaned closer, voice growing possessive. “I would show them off proudly if I could… but I won’t. Because if anyone even thinks of wanting these marks on them instead, i can’t bare that I'll skin them alive—”
“Taehyung, stop,” Jungkook interrupted, groaning and blushing deeper. “You’re starting again. No need to be so possessive.”
Taehyung’s gaze softened, and he pressed a warm kiss to Jungkook’s temple. “I can’t help it, baby. I want to protect you. Hide you away. You’re only mine.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the smile. “Everyone knows that already. No need to feel lucky—you didn’t win some diamond.”
“To me, you are,” Taehyung whispered. “You’re my precious wifey, and I’ll always protect you.”
Jungkook’s eyes sparkled at that. Taehyung leaned in and captured his lips in a soft, comforting kiss—tender and slow, full of everything words couldn’t say. A kiss that held the weight of longing, love, and a silent promise to return soon.
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It had only been a day since Taehyung left, and Jungkook was already missing him like crazy. The bed felt too cold, the house too quiet. Even though they’d FaceTimed last night and again that morning, it still wasn’t enough. Nothing ever was.
Jungkook sighed dramatically as he texted one final message after their long chat:
“OK fine bye 😤💔”
He stared at the “Read” receipt and pouted, throwing his phone on the bed. “Now what…”
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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...
