I screamed, jumping awake and falling out of my chair. "Taehyung!" Jungkook yelled, picking me up. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" I looked up, my heart skipping a beat at the face that I was met with. "J-Jungkook!" I wept, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulled away, confused. "Taehyungie, baby, what's wrong?"
I looked at him, relief visible in my eyes. But then I looked around and realized where I was. The... Arcade? "I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, you were fast asleep in that chair," the younger explained quickly, confusing etching every part of his voice. "Oh," I said quietly, my heart skipping a beat. It was just a dream, Taehyung. He's okay.
I smiled lightly, Jungkook staring at me intently, still wanting to make sure I was okay. "Yes," I said, kissing his lips gently. "I'm fine. Thank you." Jungkook gave me a soft smile and took my hand, leading me towards the doorway. "Hey, baby, let's go home. I think you could use some sleep, okay?"
I nodded, still in a daze as my husband dragged me to the house.
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Table for Two | TaeKook
أدب الهواةThank you for all of your support on Table for One, it honestly means the world to me! And now, since so many people have asked for it... Introducing "Table for Two," the long awaited sequel.
