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[32] War

Sunlight rays highlighted Jungkook's defined cheekbones, the morning glow always complimenting his, well, everything.

Every time Taehyung opened his eyes he was left breathless by the beautiful being tucked between his arms, his pink lips softly emitting warm breath until the large doe eyes revealed themselves, sparkling as they filled with adoration.

"I will never get tired of waking up to your face," the new prince mumbled, lazily tracing his lips across the elder's chest, curling tighter into the embrace and deeper into their shared mattress.

Taehyung's lithe fingers traced the defined jawline to hold them up, guiding Jungkook's mouth that latched onto his, breathing a sigh of relief in reuniting with its other half.

"And I will never get bored of kissing you, although I will still complain about your horrid morning breath, dear," Taehyung giggled, earning a playful slap to his arm only for the pain to subside as soon as Jungkook straddled his thighs before laying completely on top of him, his arms crossed on top of Taehyung's chest, his bunny grin wide as he stared at his husband.

"Aish you muscle pig, you're so heavy," Taehyung groaned, struggling to pull the man closer to his lips once again, the artist wiggling upward to peck Taehyung's plush expanse.

"mmmmmm baby, if you're not careful we might not make it to breakfast again," Jungkook mumbled against the lips that held him captive, only for Taehyung to flip them over and gain even more control than he already had.

"And? I make the rule- "

Pounding, relentless pounding interrupted their morning routine, startling the newlywed couple, Jungkook's head whipping up in curiosity as Tae leapt from the bed, swiftly tugging on his robe to hide his nakedness, a sight for only his husband to behold.

The desperate knocking did not cease until Taehyung flung the door open, startled to see the distressed face of his father staring back at him with wide eyes, the usually happy man's eyes red and puffy.

Jungkook followed Taehyung's lead and pulled on his matching robe, running over to stand by his husband's side as they were clearly to receive some serious news as:

1. It was nearly the end of their two-week honeymoon, and no one ever interrupted their mornings

2. Seokjin, the King, never delivered news personally.

"Dad, what- "

"War, Tae."

Seokjin shoved a wrinkled letter, stained with tears into the crown prince's hand as he held Jungkook's waist tighter the more he read, shivers running up his spine.