Don't leave me | taehyung×reader×jungkook

Episode 27

**Episode 27:**

Taehyung silently entered his room, careful not to make any noise. Hana was seated in a chair, engrossed in a book. The silence was broken by her voice. "I thought you wouldn't come tonight."

Turning towards her, Taehyung saw she was reading his book. "That's my book," he remarked, crossing his arms.

"It's interesting. I've almost read half of it!" she replied with a grin.

Taehyung walked over, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Hmm, that's good. But Mrs. Kim, can you tell me something?"

"What is it, Taehyung?" she asked, looking up from the book.

"Am I that late?" he whispered.

Hana smiled and shook her head lightly. "Aniya, you're not."

He chuckled and gave her a quick, affectionate peck on the cheek. "Wae?" Hana blushed, touching her cheek.

"Go get ready. We're running late. Don't you want to go outside?" he asked with a playful smirk.

"But where are we going?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"Hmm, you'll see. Now, go get ready," he said, ushering her towards the closet.

Hana nodded and began preparing. As she got ready, she received a message from Taehyung: *Just get in the car... I'll meet you there.*

A smile spread across her face. "Kim Taehyung, what are you up to? It feels nice," she murmured to herself as she finished getting ready.

She stepped into the waiting car. After a while, the car stopped in front of an amusement park. Hana mumbled, "Amusement park?"

As she exited the car, she was greeted by a throng of adoring fans. "What's happening here?" she wondered aloud.

She overheard conversations filled with praise and admiration directed at a man among the crowd. "Aigoo, you're so handsome," one fan said. "I'm so lucky to see you," another added. "Can I get a hug?" yet another pleaded. "You look so hot in that color," someone else commented.

Realizing the man was her husband, Taehyung, Hana rushed into the crowd, grabbing his hand. "I'm sorry, ladies, but he belongs to me," she declared, her voice steady and confident.

Taehyung's expression shifted as he faced the crowd. "What are you? His wife?" one girl asked incredulously.

Hana nodded firmly. "Yes, I'm Kim Hana. He's my husband, and we're on a date. Please don't disturb us."

A girl sneered, "Seriously? You're so u-" but Taehyung cut her off.

"Not a single word, miss. I won't tolerate it. Araji?" he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Taking Hana's hand, he guided her away from the crowd.

They walked through the park, enjoying cotton candy. Taehyung focused on his treat, but Hana kept stealing glances at him. Noticing her gaze, Taehyung asked, "Am I that handsome, Mrs. Kim Taehyung?"

"An-aniya, I'm not staring at you," she lied, her cheeks turning pink.

"Liar," he mumbled with a smirk.

"Aniya, you just look ugly in this outfit," she retorted, trying to mask her true feelings.

Taehyung playfully snatched her cotton candy. "Wae?" Hana shouted in mock annoyance.

"Don't tell me you're jealous, Hana," he whispered, leaning closer.

"I'm not jealous. You just shouldn't wear that color," she said, crossing her arms.