❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Some people are born knowing how to survive. Some are born longing for a place to rest. Taehyung lives a quiet life among flowers and soft mornings, moving through the world with calm certainty. He doesn't chase chaos, doesn't raise his voice-he simply stays. Steady. Present. Strong in ways that don't need to be proven. Jungkook, on the other hand, is tired. Tired of expectations. Tired of pretending he's stronger than he feels. Tired of carrying a heart that bruises too easily. He starts visiting a small flower shop just to breathe. Just to exist in the silence. What he doesn't expect is Taehyung-the man who notices his trembling hands, who chooses comfort without being asked, who opens his arms like a shelter instead of a question. This is not a loud love story. It's a slow one. A story of quiet touches, warm baths, nose kisses, and hands that never let go when the world feels too heavy. A story where protection looks like patience, and strength sounds like a gentle voice saying, "I've got you." Here, Jungkook learns that softness is not a flaw. And Taehyung proves that love can be strong enough for two. A story about choosing a soft life. A story about finding home in someone's arms. Top tae Bottom guk Happy ending Soft romance