TAEKOOK (SHOT MOVIES )

Be my... husband❤️💦🔞

Jeon Jungkook → runaway groom (bottom), age 28

Kim Taehyung → stranger he meets on the street, age 30

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A beautiful boy in a white suit ran through the street, his breath ragged, his heart pounding like it wanted to escape his chest. The crystal-white suit he wore shimmered under the streetlights, too radiant for a moment so broken-he looked like a prince fleeing from a shattered fairy tale.

That boy was Jeon Jungkook.

Tears spilled freely down his cheeks, blurring his vision, yet the memory of what he had just witnessed burned vividly in his mind. His fiancé-his soon-to-be groom-entangled in the arms of Jungkook's own best friend. The betrayal carved through him deeper than any blade, leaving him gasping for air as he ran.

Unable to bear the sight, unable to breathe in that suffocating hall, Jungkook fled into the open night.

And then-fate intervened.

A man stood at the corner of the street, arms full of flowers he had just bought, his tall figure calm against the chaos of the night. Jungkook, blinded by tears, collided into him with full force.

The flowers scattered across the ground like fallen stars. The man's steady hands instinctively caught Jungkook by the shoulders.

That man was Kim Taehyung.

For the first time, Jungkook raised his tear-stained face to meet the stranger's gaze.

"I-I'm sorry..." Jungkook's trembling voice broke the silence as he sat on the cold pavement, his white suit now dusted with dirt, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

The tall man bent slightly, concern etched across his calm face. "Are you hurt, perhaps? Did you get injured when you fell?" His tone was gentle, almost too gentle for the chaos swirling inside Jungkook.

Jungkook lowered his gaze, his voice hoarse. "Even if I got hurt... what's the meaning of being okay?"

The man blinked, taken aback. "Huh?" He paused, then crouched down so he could look Jungkook in the eye. "What's your name?"

Jungkook didn't answer. He kept staring at the ground, hands trembling against his knees, unable to let words leave his lips.

The man gave a soft sigh, brushing fallen petals from his flowers. "Um... my name is Taehyung. Kim Taehyung." His voice carried warmth, as though offering safety with just his name.

His eyes lingered on Jungkook, waiting, patient. "And yours...?"

Jungkook swallowed hard but stayed silent, his tears falling onto the stone street like unspoken words.

Taehyung slowly extended his hand, offering it with quiet steadiness. His long fingers hovered between them, waiting.

Jungkook's tear-stained eyes lifted, staring at the hand as if it were something foreign-something too kind for him in that moment. For a heartbeat, the world froze. The laughter from the banquet hall, the music spilling faintly from behind, the ache in his chest-all of it blurred into silence.

He hesitated... then placed his trembling hand into Taehyung's.

Taehyung pulled him gently to his feet. "There you go..." he murmured, brushing dust from Jungkook's sleeve. He didn't understand why he felt the need to take care of this stranger, but something about him... pulled at his heart.

Jungkook's lips quivered. He wiped at his wet cheeks, stood straighter, and before Taehyung could speak again-words tumbled out, sharp with desperation.