WEDCUFFED (18+)

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The light crept in like it was afraid of waking something it shouldn't. Soft beams slanted through the enormous curtains, dust motes swimming lazily in the quiet air of one of the White Emperia’s master bedrooms.

Taehyung stirred first—just barely. His temple throbbed, his tongue tasted like a mixture of Soju and whiskey. A soft groan left his lips as he buried his face into the plush pillow. But even that wasn’t enough. His arms blindly reached out, holding on to the smaller person's bare waist who was trying to get up.

Jin tried to pry his hands off his body but to no avail. He finally whispered,

"Let go of me, I need to prepare your lunch."

“That can wait, don't go..” he mumbled, voice raw with sleep and something more vulnerable. His grip tightened around Jin’s waist as he pulled the older man back against him, cheek now pressed to Jin’s shoulder like a sulking child.

Jin blinked groggily at the soft morning light. He had barely slept—a patchwork of discomfort and the suffocating weight of Taehyung's body wrapped around him like iron chains all night.

“I really need to get up,” Jin whispered again, trying to shift his legs out from under the tangle of limbs.

“No,” Taehyung muttered, pressing his face further into the crook of Jin’s neck. “You smell like honey and lavender, so good.. ” Taehyung's nose rubbing all over Jin's feverish skin, taking deep sniffs with satisfaction.

Jin stiffened. His stomach twisted in with nervousness but he didn't give up.

“T-Taehyung, y-you will be la-late...”

“That's okay,” came the lazy, unfiltered response, followed by a yawn and a tightening of arms. “Your husband is a star, baby. I don't do 9 to 6 pm jobs. Stay a bit more more...please?"

Please

Did he heard right?

The egoistic and controlling man is saying 'please' finally but it didn't gave him any feelings.

Jin shut his eyes, giving in to a still drunk Taehyung.

Just how much this man drink last night?

He shook away the thought, struggling again,

"Don't play these games Taehyung, tell me what do you want and let me go, I have work to do." His tone sounded a bit more frustrated than he intended to.

"Make gamjatang for lunch. Your version.” The muffled voice sounded just above his cheek, giving his goosebumps everytime.

"Okay, anything else? If no then—"

"Call me husband." Came the relaxed yet serious voice.

"What?"

"You heard me and know well I hate repeating myself."

The voice was half-playful, but laced with warning.

Jin sighed, half-exasperated. “You...you are acting weird. Stop being a child.”

“I’m your husband,” Taehyung slurred smugly, eyes still shut, lips brushing Jin’s pale nape, leaving light as butterflies kisses.

Jin’s patience was already fraying. “I'm not playing any of your games right now, I'm leavin—ahhh!”