Taehyung's pov

After our hearty breakfast, Jungkook and I headed back upstairs to our bedroom. With a few days off from my usual work schedule, I intended to make the most of this time by getting to know Jungkook better and fostering a deeper connection between us.

As we entered the room, Jungkook began to unzip his suitcase, preparing to unpack. Curiosity tugged at me, prompting me to inquire about his plans. "What are you going to do now?" I asked, hoping to engage in some meaningful conversation.

He paused, glancing around the room before turning his attention back to his belongings. "I was going to unpack my suitcase, but is there something else I need to do? I can do this later," he replied, with a hint of willingness to postpone his task if there was something else at hand.

Reassuring him, I shook my head gently. "No, no, I was just asking," I assured him, seeking to ease any sense of obligation. "But if you'd like, I can help you unpack. It might be easier and quicker with two pairs of hands."

A smile tugged at Jungkook's lips in response to the offer. "Sure, that'd be great. Thank you," he agreed, moving towards the wardrobe as we commenced our task together.

We worked side by side, neatly folding clothes and organising them in the wardrobe. With each piece of clothing placed in its designated spot, it felt like a small step toward making our shared space feel more like home. Amidst the mundane task, our conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on various topics - from our favourite books and music to our childhood memories and aspirations. It was a simple yet intimate moment, unpacking becoming a chance to bond and share pieces of ourselves.

As I opened another compartment of Jungkook's huge suitcase I took out the clothes but got embarrassed seeing what it was. they were his innerwear. Boxers and all. but what caught my eye was a couple pairs of lace panties amid the boxers. Lace panty? Jungkook wore lace panties?

There was one that particularly caught my eye, a black coloured lace panty which was quite sexy. I asked jungkook chuckling, "You have these kinds of inners too?

Jungkook saw what I was holding and looked down blushing. nevertheless, he replied, "Yeah... I had planned to wear them for you. Should I wear it now?"

I could sense a hint of teasing in his voice. I smirked and said, " Wear it the day you absolutely want me to take them off you."

He blushed and we both went back to unpacking the other clothes. I couldn't help but imagine Jungkook in those panties and that made my pants a little tighter. I shrugged off the thoughts reminding myself that I am a gentleman. 

After wrapping up the task of unpacking, Jungkook headed downstairs, leaving me to settle down on the bed and reach out to Jimin. The phone rang a few times before Jimin's familiar voice echoed through the receiver.

"Hey Tae. How's your married life going?" Jimin's voice was filled with curiosity.

A small smile found its way to my lips as I answered, "It's actually going pretty well. Surprisingly better than I expected."

Jimin, always eager for details, followed up, "How's Jungkook as a person? He's not the clingy and annoying type, is he?"

Shaking my head in amusement, I replied, "No, not at all. He's rather decent and respectful, especially towards my family. It seems like he's already forming a bond with them."

Jimin chuckled softly, "That's a relief. So, how does he treat you? Is he a bit reserved or more of a flirt? Does he show you respect?"

Reflecting on Jungkook's demeanor, I considered, "He's definitely respectful towards me. Not particularly reserved or overly flirtatious, but he's incredibly talkative and possesses a unique personality. Our conversation last night just flowed effortlessly. It was unexpectedly easy to connect with him."

"I see," Jimin acknowledged, sounding intrigued. "If you found it effortless chatting with him, he must bring out the best in you."

Nodding in agreement, I added, "Yeah, he's quite an interesting person and has a way of steering conversations. Oh, did I mention he's also an author?"

Jimin's tone held surprise, "Really? I heard he refused to be the heir of the Jeons, but I had no idea he was a writer. What does he write?"

"He's into fantasy, fiction, classics, drama, but predominantly focuses on romance," I informed Jimin.

"Wow, that's impressive. I'm starting to like him already," Jimin remarked casually. "Anyway, I've got to go. I'll visit your place later today."

Hanging up the phone, I descended the stairs to find my mother engaged in lively conversation with Jungkook. They were comfortably seated on the sofa, deeply immersed in a discussion that seemed to captivate them both. Curiosity piqued, I strolled over and inquired, "What's got you both engrossed in conversation?"

With a glint of excitement in her eyes, my mom eagerly responded, "Jungkook watches Grey's Anatomy too!"

I let out an inward sigh. Grey's Anatomy—a popular English TV series—was an absolute obsession for my mother. Its abundance of drama was something she relished, and consequently, we often found ourselves involuntarily subjected to her impassioned commentary about it.

"Well, now you've finally found someone to share your thoughts about it," I replied with a hint of amusement, knowing how thrilled my mother would be to have someone equally enamored with the series.

Their conversation instantly resumed its lively flow, delving into discussions about characters named Addison and Derek, seemingly catching up on the latest dramatic plot twists and character arcs from the show.

As I observed the two engrossed in their Grey's Anatomy discussion, I couldn't help but smile. It was heartwarming to see Jungkook seamlessly blending into our family dynamic. Mom, usually reserved when it came to accepting someone new into our household, seemed to have found a common ground that sparked excitement in her eyes.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with references to characters and intricate plot details that I could barely keep track of. Jungkook, with his attentive nods and occasional insightful remarks, seemed genuinely engaged, even though I suspected he might not have been as familiar with the series as my mother.

It was amusing to witness the eagerness in my mom's voice as she eagerly filled Jungkook in on every plot twist, character evolution, and the emotional rollercoaster that Grey's Anatomy often dished out. Jungkook, in turn, listened attentively, occasionally chiming in with thoughtful questions or observations, fostering a genuine camaraderie.

The two bonded over shared reactions to the show's cliffhangers, exchanging amused and empathetic glances whenever a particularly dramatic or poignant scene was discussed. I found myself enjoying the sight, appreciating the easy rapport that was already building between them.

Their animated conversation echoed through the living room, resonating with laughter and intrigue. It was a moment that exuded warmth and comfort, a simple yet meaningful connection forming between Jungkook and my mother over their mutual appreciation for a TV series.

I quietly slipped away from the bustling living room, leaving the chatter and laughter behind. Making my way to the lift, its presence in our house not just a luxury but a thoughtful addition to accommodate Grandmother's comfort, I pressed the button for the third floor. The lift hummed softly as it ascended, transporting me to the higher reaches of our abode.

As I traversed to the third floor, I felt a sense of familiarity enveloping me, even though this floor wasn't frequented as often as the others. It was a haven of activities and relaxation, designed to cater to diverse interests and personal pursuits.

The absence of bedrooms on this level was deliberate, as the first and second floors were designated for living spaces and personal accommodations. The third floor, on the other hand, was a realm dedicated to exploration and enrichment, a sanctuary away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

Upon entering this haven, I found myself surrounded by an assortment of rooms, each meticulously curated for specific endeavors. My home office, a place of productivity and strategic planning, was positioned adjacent to the gym, offering an eclectic mix of work and fitness.

Further down the corridor, the study beckoned with shelves lined with books, inviting one to immerse in knowledge and scholarly pursuits. The library, a treasure trove of literary wonders, housed a vast collection of volumes spanning various genres and eras.

Adjacent to the library was the gaming room, a space for digital adventures and leisurely escapades. The dance studio, adorned with mirrors and echoing with rhythmic beats, served as a creative outlet for expression and movement.

Finally, at the far end of the floor stood the theater, an enchanting space equipped with plush seating and cutting-edge audiovisual technology, promising cinematic experiences and cultural indulgences.

The third floor was a sanctuary of possibilities, each room an invitation to delve into different passions and interests, a personal retreat that catered to the varied facets of one's identity and desires.

Stepping into the gym, the sight of various exercise equipment greeted me. Today, however, the allure of free time encouraged me to indulge in some physical activity. I set about my workout routine, reveling in the rare opportunity to sweat off some stress and engage my body.

Mid-exercise, the door creaked open, revealing Jungkook's presence. His unexpected arrival elicited a small pause in my workout regimen. I glanced over, offering a small smile of acknowledgment, noticing his entrance with a mix of surprise and curiosity. I hadn't expected Jungkook to come here.

As I caught Jungkook's wide-eyed stare, I couldn't help but notice the subtle admiration in his gaze. His eyes held a certain curiosity, perhaps even a touch of admiration, which I found rather amusing and intriguing. Pausing my workout, I approached him slowly, allowing a moment for his trance-like state to dissipate gradually.

The sudden proximity seemed to jolt Jungkook out of his daze, but he still averted his gaze, his cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. I found his reaction rather delightful, making a mental note that seeing Jungkook blush might just be my new favorite thing.

Curious about his sudden reaction, I inquired, "What happened? Why were you frozen?"

Jungkook, avoiding direct eye contact, mumbled in a slightly flustered tone, "Nothing... you were just... you are looking hot."

I couldn't help but chuckle softly at his response, his compliment taking me by surprise. I glanced at my own reflection, taking in the disheveled state I was in. My hair tousled, beads of sweat glistening on my skin, dressed in a damp tank top and shorts, evidence of my workout. It was an unexpected perspective – Jungkook finding this aspect appealing intrigued me.

However, rather than dwelling on the surprise, I decided to tease him a bit, the corners of my lips curling into a playful smirk. "Oh really? So, this kind of disheveled gym look does it for you?" I quipped, enjoying the playful banter and wanting to see his reaction to my jest.

Jungkook's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, his flustered reaction earning a laugh from me. I stepped aside, giving him space to enter the gym. Observing him settling on a bench in the corner, I joined him, taking a seat beside him.

He broke the silence, asking, "Do you work out often?"

I nodded, explaining, "I try my best to maintain a regular workout routine, but with my busy work schedule, it's often a challenge. I hardly find enough time. Still, I try to squeeze in workout sessions whenever I can. Usually, it's either at dawn or late at night – those are the only free slots I get. Today is an exception; having a holiday allows me this midday workout, which doesn't happen very often."

Jungkook nodded in understanding, seemingly curious about my schedule and routines.