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The Jeon residence had never been louder.
Balloons in soft pinks, creams, and gold floated against the ceilings. Fairy lights twinkled across the garden fence. Tables were stacked with gifts, tiny party hats, and trays of mochi, fruit tarts, and mini kimbap.
A banner stretched across the backyard read:
“HAYEON TURNS ONE 💫”
Taehyung stood in the center of it all, in the hall... adjusting the tiny birthday crown on Hayeon’s head ..a soft pink felt piece that read “1” in gold thread.
“Appa worked hard on your outfit, little princess,” he whispered, kissing her cheek.
She responded by tugging at his hair and laughing wildly.
Yeontan barked once, circling her high chair protectively.
He hadn’t left her side since the moment she learned to crawl. And now, even at the party, he sat beside her like a personal bodyguard in a bowtie.
"Tae dear, why aren't you ready yet? Guest have started to come. "
"Yes eomma..just a minute. Hayeonie's shoes...i need to-"
"Ayoo ...Go go..I'm here with her. Your appa and me will do the rest."
Taehyung smiled and ran upstairs after kissing Ye-Jin's side forehead.
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In the walk in closet, Jeongguk stood by the mirror, still shirtless, buttoning his black trousers. The suit jacket lay across the armchair. His white silk dress shirt hung open, revealing the lean definition of his chest and the slight tattoo just beneath his collarbone.
The tattoo that he got a few months after Hayeon’s birth.
Taehyung, wrapped in a creamy tulle and satin midi dress, was barefoot .... delicate, glowing, and slightly flustered as he reached up to help him with his tie.
"You could have asked Sun-jae hyung for help today, I was busy."
"I could. But I wanted you." Jeongguk leaned down to press a kiss on Taehyung’s neck letting a giggle out of him.
The sound quiet, sweet, so pure....made Jeongguk close his eyes for a second longer than needed. He pressed another kiss there, just under the curve of Taehyung’s ear, letting his hand rest on his waist.
“You smell like baby lotion,” Jeongguk murmured.
Taehyung rolled his eyes, flustered. “That’s because your daughter decided my scarf was her personal chew toy this morning.”
Jeongguk chuckled low in his throat, deep and amused, and gently tugged the tie from Taehyung’s hand. “Still soft. Still mine.”
Taehyung looked up at him eyes wide, cheeks pink, that helpless fluttering expression Jeongguk had memorized long ago. The one that made him want to kiss his wife until the world burned down around them.
“You don’t have to do this today,” Taehyung mumbled, fingers fidgeting with Jeongguk’s button.
“Do what?”
“Flirt with me like we’re… new.”
Jeongguk stilled. Then, his hand slipped under Taehyung’s jaw, thumb resting against his cheek.
“We are new,” he whispered. “Every day. You’re still the softest thing in this house. You’re still the one I get peace while touching.”
Taehyung’s breath caught.
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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.
