"So, Jungkook, what do you want as your first gift of marriage?", Taehyung asked.
"Will you give anything I ask for?", Jungkook asked peering into his newlywed husband's eyes.
"Of course, I will if I can", Taehyung said with a voice full of honesty...
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Let's step into the exciting journey of Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook as their story continues to unfold. 😇
Welcome to the next captivating chapter of their extraordinary tale. 💞
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The soft sizzle of oil filled the kitchen, mingling with the gentle clink of utensils as Taehyung moved quietly between the stove and the counter. Morning sunlight filtered through the half-open blinds, casting warm, golden stripes across the floor. The air was scented faintly with garlic, eggs, and the comforting promise of a new day.
Taehyung stood by the stove, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, an apron tied neatly around his waist. Damp strands of hair clung softly to his forehead as he focused on flipping the eggs just right.
But his attention wasn't on the food.
It was on the boy sleeping just a room away — or rather, the boy who had been sleeping not long ago.
He'd woken before Jungkook, long before the alarms. When he glanced toward the other side of the bed, his breath caught quietly.
Jungkook lay curled beneath the blankets, soft brown hair tousled across his forehead, lips parted slightly in sleep. His breathing was slow, fragile. His lashes were damp, as if sleep hadn't quite erased the weight from the day before.
Even in rest, his brows were faintly furrowed.
Like something still hurt.
Taehyung smiled softly, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. There was fondness there, yes — but also a quiet ache.
Jungkook looked so small, so worn out. Like his body was resting, but his heart was still restless.
Taehyung watched for a moment longer, memorizing the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
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Then he slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound. There was no need to wake him. Jungkook needed the rest — perhaps more than he would ever admit.
Now, as he set the last dish on the table — eggs, toast, sautéed vegetables, and banana milk for Jungkook, juice for himself — Taehyung adjusted the plates just so, making sure everything was perfect.
Just then, the soft click of a door opening echoed through the apartment.
Taehyung turned.
There he was.
Jungkook.
His hair still messy from sleep, eyes squinting against the morning light. He wore a loose shirt that nearly swallowed him, rubbing at his eyes like a child just waking from a dream.
