Jungkook's pov

My sleep was ruined by the annoying sunlight beaming on my face. I groaned and turned away, trying to dodge the morning rays. Slowly opening my eyes, I realised I wasn't faceplanting into a comfy pillow but into something way better—a cosy chest.

Yep, you guessed it. I woke up tangled in Taehyung's arms. My head found a spot on his chest, and one of his arms was holding onto me like I was his precious teddy bear. Another hand? Chillin' on my waist. Our legs? All mixed up, like a human knot. It was like we'd subconsciously decided to play Twister in our sleep.

Taehyung, in all his glory, was blissfully snoring away. The rhythm of his snores matched the rise and fall of his chest, like a lullaby for someone who was still half-asleep.

I couldn't help but grin at the sight. The morning sun was doing its thing, casting a warm glow around us. Waking up next to Taehyung, wrapped up in this accidental cuddle, felt oddly comforting.

In that peaceful morning scene, with Taehyung's snooze fest in the background, I found simple joy. The sunlight painted a cosy atmosphere, and realizing that I was waking up in Taehyung's embrace made the moment extra special. The soft snores became the soundtrack to our unplanned closeness, and it was just perfect.

Smiling to myself, I somehow unwrapped his tight grip from around me. the moment, I got up, removing his arms, he mumbled something in his sleep and pulled me again, wrapping his arms around me, wrapping me in a tight hug. I laughed and turned to the other side. Taking a pillow, I put it in between both of us so now Taehyung is hugging both and the pillow. removing his arms from around my waist, I put them around the pillow as he snuggled more into the pillow. Finally, I can get up.

Getting out of bed, I strolled toward the bathroom to kickstart my morning routine. After freshening up and taking a quick shower, I emerged from the bathroom, towel-drying my wet hair.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the adorable sight of Taehyung, sitting on the bed with his hair all over the place, his nightdress slightly messy, and that playful pout giving him an innocent look. It was a stark contrast to the image people painted of him as ruthless and cold. At that moment, all I could see was a man who genuinely cared about his family and carried an innate sense of respect.

As I finished drying my hair with the towel, Taehyung looked at me with a playful glint in his eyes. "Did you sleep well?" he asked a hint of mischief in his voice.

"Yeah, surprisingly well," I replied, unable to hide my amusement. "What about you? You seem to have had a tough time letting go of me this morning."

Taehyung grinned, "You're just too comfortable to let go, I guess."

I blushed and turned back to the mirror I was standing in front of. a few minutes later,  Taehyung got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. After getting ready, I walked downstairs to the living room ready to help wherever I could, since I didn't know much about making breakfast.

I saw Mom making breakfast in the kitchen with the help of uncle. I went to the kitchen and asked, "Good morning Mom and Uncle. what should I do? I don't know much about cooking, but I can do what you tell me. "

Mom turned to me with a smile and said, "Oh, darling. that is alright. but if you do want to help, why don't you wake up your lazy ass husband?"

I blushed at Mom calling Taehyung my husband but I replied, " He woke up a while ago and is getting ready."

Mom looked at me with surprise, " You are changing Taehyung for good! We had to drag his ass out of bed before marriage! he got up on his own? oh my god, if I knew this would happen, I would have had him married a long time ago"

I blushed and looked down and Mom laughed at my reaction to uncle. he then turned to me,  "The breakfast is ready. so, if you want to help, go wake up beomgyu. he must be in his room"

I nodded and walked upstairs to Beomgyu's room. I knocked on the once, saying in a loud voice, " Beomgyu? get up. it is time to have breakfast."

When I heard nothing, I said in a voice loud enough for him to hear, " I am coming inside"

Opening the door to Beomgyu's room, I was greeted by a sight that spoke volumes about his personality. The walls adorned with a colourful tapestry of posters and albums showcased his eclectic taste in music and art. Fairy lights adorned the room, casting a warm and cosy glow. A spacious queen-sized bed took centre stage, inviting anyone who entered to sink into its comfort.

Beomgyu lay sprawled across the bed, face down, still caught in the clutches of sleep. The room echoed with the faint sounds of his muffled snores. The sunlight streaming through the curtains painted a gentle morning glow, creating a serene atmosphere.

As I approached, I couldn't help but notice the meticulous arrangement of books on the bedside table. A small desk in the corner held a laptop and an array of art supplies, hinting at Beomgyu's creative pursuits. The room felt like a curated sanctuary, each element telling a story about the person who inhabited it.

I gently tapped Beomgyu's shoulder, but he only shifted in his sleep, oblivious to my attempts to wake him. With a soft sigh, I decided to up the ante and shook his shoulder more assertively. Finally, he groggily opened his eyes and looked at me with a mix of confusion and sleepiness.

"Come on, sleepyhead. Time to rise and shine," I said with a grin, trying to infuse some energy into his morning.

Beomgyu nodded, still in a half-awake state, and slowly got out of bed. As he headed towards the bathroom, I made my way downstairs, leaving him to freshen up.

Descending into the kitchen, I found Taehyung already seated at the dining table, engrossed in something on his phone. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of sizzling bacon filled the air, creating a cosy and inviting atmosphere.

"Morning, Taehyung," I greeted as I took a seat.

"Good morning," Taehyung replied, looking up from his phone with a warm smile. "Beomgyu up?"

I nodded, "Yeah, he's getting ready. Mornings are not his strong suit."

Taehyung chuckled, "Tell me about it. I wasn't a morning person until recently."

My curiosity was piqued, but before I could inquire further, Beomgyu joined us at the table, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Morning, Beomgyu," Taehyung greeted.

Beomgyu mumbled a sleepy "Morning" and settled into his chair, looking like he could use a few more hours of sleep.

Soon, Mom emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate of steaming pancakes and placing it in the centre of the table. The spread was diverse and mouthwatering, a testament to Mom's culinary skills. It included pancakes, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fresh fruits, and an array of jams and spreads.

"Breakfast is served!" Mom announced with a cheerful smile.

The table was now laden with a delicious assortment, and my stomach couldn't help but grumble in anticipation. As we all began to enjoy the hearty breakfast, the room filled with the comforting sounds of clinking utensils and occasional laughter, setting the perfect tone for the day ahead.

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After breakfast, As we enjoyed a leisurely morning in the backyard, chatting and soaking in the warmth of the sun, the atmosphere suddenly shifted when Taehyung's phone rang. His expression turned serious as he glanced at the caller ID before reluctantly answering the call.

"Yes?" His voice, once filled with light conversation, now adopted a cold and businesslike tone, devoid of its earlier warmth.

After a brief exchange, Taehyung's frown deepened, and he spoke sternly into the phone, "I am coming in a few minutes. Wait. And don't. Fuck. Anything. Up." With that, he ended the call, his demeanour giving away the urgency and gravity of the situation.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. There's a problem at the office," Taehyung informed me, his expression tense with the weight of responsibility.

Understanding the importance of the matter, I nodded in acknowledgement. We headed back to the bedroom, where Taehyung went straight to the wardrobe, pulling out a crisp suit. His movements were swift and purposeful, emphasizing the gravity of the situation at the office.

I quietly observed as he efficiently changed into the suit, his mind clearly focused on the impending issues. Once ready, he turned to me, a hint of frustration in his eyes.

"I'll be back as soon as I can. Hopefully, it won't take too long," he assured me, his tone reflecting a mix of apology and determination.

I nodded, offering my support, "Don't worry. Take the time you need. We can catch up later."

As he headed towards the mirror, he decided to fix his hair, applying a bit of gel and arranging it into a formal style. The mirror reflected his focused expression as he meticulously adjusted each strand.

However, his realization about the missing tie added a touch of frustration to the otherwise composed atmosphere. He sighed audibly, contemplating the tie in his hands, and began the struggle of attempting to knot it around his neck. The visible frustration etched on his face drew me closer to offer assistance.

Taking the tie from his hands while it still hung around his neck, I stood in proximity to him. Our closeness was palpable, and his eyes locked onto mine as I inquired, "Mind if I help you?"

He nodded in agreement, loosening his grip on the tie as I took charge. The task at hand required my attention, and I focused on tying the tie properly. The sensation of his sharp gaze intensified the closer I got to completing the task. Blushing under his scrutiny, I persevered, determined to tie the tie perfectly.

The room seemed to hold its breath as I meticulously worked on the tie, each movement deliberate and focused. The air was filled with a subtle tension, an unspoken energy that crackled between us. I could feel the warmth of Taehyung's presence, his proximity creating a magnetic pull that made the space feel intimate.

As I concentrated on the task at hand, I became acutely aware of the rhythm of our breaths, the quiet sounds of the fabric rustling, and the subdued scent of Taehyung's cologne. His gaze, intense and unwavering, remained fixed on me, adding an extra layer of anticipation to the moment.

My fingers deftly moved, looping the tie with precision, occasionally brushing against Taehyung's neck. The tactile connection, however brief, sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the warmth of his skin, and the faintest hint of a blush adorned my cheeks. Yet, undeterred, I focused on ensuring the tie was neatly and securely fastened.

As I completed the task, I looked up to meet Taehyung's eyes. The proximity between us lingered, the unspoken connection still weaving its invisible threads. The room, once silent, now hummed with a quiet energy, leaving an indelible mark on the air.

As Taehyung swiftly made his way to the door, I trailed behind him, trying to grasp the sudden turn of events. He thanked me, his voice still carrying the coldness he had used on the phone, and grabbed his office bag. The urgency in his steps indicated a pressing matter. I followed him into the living room, where Grandma intercepted our exit.

"Where are you going?" Grandma inquired with a curious yet concerned expression.

"I'll come in a couple of hours. There is a problem with the project, and I have to go to the office," Taehyung replied, his tone firm and resolute.

Before Grandma could say anything further, Taehyung waved her off and proceeded to the gate, where his car awaited. As he approached, he turned to me, whispering a small goodbye. With a quick kiss on my cheek, he added, "I'll come in a couple of hours. Sorry for working today."

I stood there, in a momentary daze, watching him drive away. The sound of his car engine faded into the distance, leaving me in a stillness interrupted only by the soft rustling of leaves. My hand instinctively went to the spot on my cheek where he had kissed me. A small, involuntary smile played on my lips as a blush adorned my face, realizing the unexpected tenderness beneath his seemingly stern exterior.

As Taehyung's car disappeared down the driveway, leaving a trail of uncertainty and a lingering warmth on my cheek, I found myself in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Grandma, who had observed the entire exchange, shot me a knowing look as she strolled into the living room, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Grandma, with her customary wisdom and a sly smile, said, "Well, well, it seems our stoic CEO has a soft spot after all."

Feeling a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration, I managed a nervous chuckle. "It's nothing like that," I replied, trying to downplay the impact of that simple kiss.

Beomgyu, who had been an amused spectator, joined in, "You know if the big boss is dropping kisses, things are getting interesting around here."

Rolling my eyes at Beomgyu's teasing, I decided to take a moment for myself. Leaning against the doorway, I let the cool breeze soothe my flushed face. The touch of Taehyung's lips on my cheek still sent shivers down my spine.

In the quiet solitude, I couldn't help but replay the scene in my mind, savouring the unexpected tenderness. It was a moment that sparked curiosity, leaving me wondering about the layers behind Taehyung's composed exterior. The day had just begun, yet it already held promises of unravelling mysteries and forging unexpected connections.

As I closed the main door and stepped back into the living room, I settled onto the sofa, attempting to distract myself from the whirlwind of emotions. In an effort to shift my focus, I decided to watch Grey's Anatomy. The drama on the screen unfolded, but my mind, stubbornly, kept wandering back to the unexpected moment when Taehyung's lips had touched my cheek. A foolish grin adorned my face as I found myself lost in the lingering warmth of that simple yet intimate gesture. The unfolding scenes on the TV became mere background noise to the vivid replay of that tender goodbye.

With the TV remote in hand, I navigated through the episodes of Grey's Anatomy, hoping the medical drama would be enough to captivate my attention and divert my thoughts. The characters faced their own set of challenges and emotional turmoil, yet my mind persistently returned to the unexpected kiss on my cheek.

As Meredith Grey navigated her complicated professional and personal life on the screen, my gaze occasionally drifted toward the closed door. The living room seemed quieter than usual, accentuating the replay of Taehyung's departure in my mind. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room, but my thoughts remained fixated on the brief, intimate moment.

In an attempt to shake off the distraction, I focused on the medical procedures unfolding on the TV. However, every emotional twist and turn on Grey's Anatomy seemed to mirror the tumultuous emotions I felt within. My heart fluttered with a strange mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

Despite the compelling storyline on the television, the lingering memory of Taehyung's soft whisper and the warmth of his lips on my cheek played like a vivid scene in my head. I couldn't help but smile to myself, lost in the unexpected tenderness that had accompanied his farewell. The fictional lives on the screen momentarily took a backseat to the real-life emotions echoing in my heart.

My daydream was shattered by Beomgyu's mischievous grin as he casually took a seat next to me on the sofa. Sensing his teasing intentions, I turned towards him, raising an eyebrow in question.

"I see sparks!" he declared with a smirk, as if he had uncovered a hidden secret.

I chuckled nervously at Beomgyu's teasing remark, trying to downplay the situation. "Sparks? What are you talking about?" I asked, feigning innocence, though my cheeks might have betrayed a hint of a blush.

Beomgyu continued to smirk, clearly enjoying the moment. "Come on, Jungkook. I may not be an expert in love, but even I can sense when there's something more than meets the eye. The atmosphere here is practically buzzing with it."

I rolled my eyes, dismissing his observation. "You're reading too much into things. Taehyung just kissed my cheek because he had to leave for work. It's no big deal."

Beomgyu leaned in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Jungkook, my friend, there's no such thing as 'just' when it comes to kisses. There's always something more beneath the surface. And I have a feeling there's more to this story than you're letting on."

I couldn't help but laugh at his theatrical observation. "Beomgyu, you've been watching too many romantic movies. There's nothing like that going on."

He leaned in, a conspiratorial gleam in his eyes. "Jungkook, my friend, I've been around the block. I can sense these things. There's an undeniable tension in the air, and it's not just because Taehyung had to rush off to work."

I waved off his comments, trying to downplay any romantic notions. "It's just a friendly goodbye kiss on the cheek. No hidden meanings."

Beomgyu nudged me playfully. "Friendly, huh? Well, whatever you say. But I've got my eyes on you two. There's more to this story, and I'm determined to find out."

I laughed and hit his shoulder, playfully. little did I know, Beomgyu's words would set off a chain of playful banter and teasing in the days that followed, making our interactions more interesting and, at times, downright amusing.