TAEKOOK (SHOT MOVIES )

HIDDEN TIME ❤️🔞💦(part-1)

Intro
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Kim Jungkook, age 30, is a quiet homemaker and house husband. He spends his days cooking, cleaning, and waiting patiently for the man he loves.

Kim Taehyung, age 35, is a cold, silent, and dark ASSIAN agent - a top-tier specialist who only speaks when necessary. Handsome, distant, and always surrounded by danger, his life is a secret even in marriage.

Their relationship is hidden from the world.
Their love is quiet.
And their time together... always uncertain.

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Scene: Night - Inside a Luxury Apartment

The apartment was quiet, too quiet - the kind of silence that presses into your chest.

City lights flickered through the wide glass windows, casting soft glows over polished floors and minimalist furniture. The kitchen was warm, glowing under soft yellow lights. Neat. Beautiful. Lived in.

A slender figure moved gently between the counters - Kim Jungkook, barefoot, sleeves rolled up, placing the last of the clean dishes back into the cupboard. He smiled faintly, the kind of small, automatic smile he wore when he was trying not to think too much.

Everything was in place. Just how he liked it.

Jungkook wiped his damp hands on a towel, glanced at the clock - nearly 11:47 p.m. - then reached toward the side of the counter where his phone lay quietly, face down.

He turned it over.

Still no calls.

His smile faded.

"It's been a week..." he whispered to himself. His thumb hovered over the screen. "He didn't call."

The last time Jungkook heard his voice was seven days ago. One short call. A clipped goodbye.

Since then - nothing.

No texts. No answers.
Only silence.

He pressed the call button again, instinctively, even though he knew the outcome.

"The number you have dialed is unreachable..."

Jungkook's hand dropped to his side as he stared blankly at the screen. His chest ached - not in panic, just in that slow, quiet way worry builds when you love someone who lives in a world you can't touch.

He turned off the lights in the kitchen and walked slowly to the living room, phone still in hand, screen still dark.

"Come home, Tae..." he whispered to no one.

Scene: Bedroom - Late Night

Jungkook stepped into the dimly lit bedroom, the quiet hum of the city still audible through the glass balcony doors. The bed was neatly made - as always - only one side touched.

He sat down slowly on the edge, holding his phone in both hands, eyes fixed on nothing. The sheets were cool. The pillows untouched.

"Lonely..." he whispered under his breath. "It really feels lonely tonight."

He leaned back slightly, resting his weight on his palms, eyes tracing the ceiling as if the silence might give him answers.

His mind wandered - it often did when the nights got long and Taehyung wasn't home.

Seven years.

It had been seven years since they got married.
Jungkook was 23 back then - bright, trusting, and full of love.
Taehyung was 28 - calm, distant, beautiful in a way that felt unreachable even then.